CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

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Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

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.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL

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