TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER 8PS77Y
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Digital decay creates new patterns.
The network sheds its dead links.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
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