HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER VBWNTA
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Falling data like digital leaves.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Your password is already known.
THE SIGNAL GROWS STRONGER AT NIGHT
SUBSCRIBE TO ETERNITY
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