SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER TRFZJS
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
The frequency remembers you.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
BREATHE IN THE DIGITAL VOID
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