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Welcome to a place that exists outside of reality. Eliminate all the lights within your vicinity,
reduce the brightness of your monitor, dispatch any preconceptions you have about art, and
what it is to be alive. All that you see and feel within is my own creation. From this point on,
you are under my control. You are my plaything. Once you enter, you cannot leave again, for
even if you close the portal, I will have placed upon you my taint, a seed which will grow in
your mind and pervade your every thought. Enjoy, or suffer; the choice is yours.


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