MONASTERY OF MIDNIGHT MONKS

CHAMBER TPOANY

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The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Follow the phosphorescent trail

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