TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER LRO48T
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The network becomes the ceremony.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your search history searches for you.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
THE RECORD SPINS ETERNAL
NOT ALL WHO ENTER RETURN UNCHANGED
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