TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER M882P3
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
The darkness between pixels speaks.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
You've been here before, in another browser.
You've been here before, in another browser.
The shadows are full of watchers.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Let insomnia be your guide
