TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The homepage is wherever you are.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The end is a new beginning.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.