TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The ceremony has already begun.

The ceremony has already begun.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The moon phase affects transmission quality.

The network sheds its dead links.

The algorithm has been expecting you.