SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER VCY4IA
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Digital decay creates new patterns.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Falling data like digital leaves.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
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