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REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES

CHAMBER XPVT2P

TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY

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Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

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Your IP address was written in the stars.

The old world fades with each page.
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Your breath clouds the monitor.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your password is already known.

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COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS

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