HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER TOCSSP
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Connection established with the eternal.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS
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