TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER DR7HR4
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
The network sheds its dead links.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The final frequency awakens.
EMBRACE THE ETERNAL RECURSION
