TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.