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TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The old world fades with each page.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL
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