TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Falling data like digital leaves.