SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS
CHAMBER TCKXA4
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
LET THE PATTERNS WASH OVER YOU
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