TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER 3I4AOR
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
The homepage is wherever you are.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN
