TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.