REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER WDF8WD
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The end is a new beginning.
The old world fades with each page.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
PATCH YOUR PERCEPTION
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