REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

CHAMBER TY37ZD

TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The heat warps the transmission.

The sun cannot reach these depths.

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