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HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

CHAMBER WI2MS7

TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The cold preserves deleted memories.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The old world fades with each page.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COUNT TO SEVEN

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ceremony artifact
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ceremony artifact

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