CHAMBER ZCODN0
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
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