CHAMBER YWGDXI
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Visitors and visited become one.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
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