CHAMBER Z3EKSG
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Digital mirages appear at noon.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
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