TEMPLE OF THE 404

CHAMBER UBTBR7

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Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Signals decay with the season.

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