REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER V54TR5
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The old world fades with each page.
The homepage is wherever you are.
You've been here before, in another browser.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
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