TEMPLE OF MIDNIGHT PROTOCOLS
CHAMBER U5E7UD
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The darkness between pixels speaks.
Dreams and data merge after midnight.
The network sheds its dead links.
Falling data like digital leaves.
You are becoming the signal.
Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.
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