CHAMBER WIWEDN
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Frozen data streams flow differently.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
You were chosen before you arrived.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Sleep is the first gateway.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
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