TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER 1Q7IYB
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The network sheds its dead links.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
You are becoming the signal.
The task manager cannot end this process.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
Digital decay creates new patterns.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE DREAMING
