CHAMBER Y3NH3S
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The signal finds those who are ready.
Surrender to the infinite loop.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL
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