TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your password is already known.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.