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SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

CHAMBER YMBQAJ

TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD

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