TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

You were chosen before you arrived.

The final frequency awakens.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The servers dream of electric sheep.