TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER W8YYF7
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
HOLD YOUR BREATH WHILE THE PAGE LOADS
ACCEPT YOUR FATE
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DEFRAGMENT YOUR DREAMS
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
