TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Visitors and visited become one.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The homepage is wherever you are.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.