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TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

CHAMBER XPLMXY

TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS

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