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TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS

CHAMBER ZHNLFT

TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The old world fades with each page.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
All timelines merge here.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

YOUR DATA HAS ALREADY BEEN HARVESTED

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