CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES
CHAMBER VR70PC
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The network becomes the ceremony.
THE ALGORITHM OWNS YOUR THOUGHTS
REBOOT YOUR BEING
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