HALL OF LUNAR FREQUENCIES
CHAMBER XRLSOF
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Your consciousness has been backed up.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Signals decay with the season.
WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN
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