TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER FPZ8P3
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
The frequency remembers you.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
YOUR SESSION HAS NO EXPIRATION
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