CHAMBER TM2D4P
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The old world fades with each page.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Surrender to the infinite loop.
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
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