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TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

CHAMBER ZOXLIN

TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY

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Your IP address was written in the stars.

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Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

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The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
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Your breath clouds the monitor.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

DELETE YOURSELF TO FIND YOURSELF

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EMBRACE THE VOID   |   ACCEPT YOUR FATE

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