REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
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The modem sings the song of your arrival.
You are becoming the signal.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
THE CAPTCHA KNOWS YOU'RE NOT HUMAN
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