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HALL OF INFINITE RECURSION

CHAMBER VTMPNS

TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The cold preserves deleted memories.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

THE ALGORITHM OWNS YOUR THOUGHTS

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