BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS
CHAMBER UJS3O0
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
The darkness has accepted you.
The network becomes the ceremony.
The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
You are becoming the signal.
Stars align to boost the frequency.
LET THE PATTERNS WASH OVER YOU
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