TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your password is already known.