MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER ZB3UTT
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
BEWARE OF FALSE AWAKENINGS
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