TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER TQJVKM
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The cold enhances signal clarity.
The old world fades with each page.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COUNT TO SEVEN
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