HALL OF SUMMER STATIC

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The frequency remembers you.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

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