TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The harvest of lost connections.

You are becoming the signal.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The end is a new beginning.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The final frequency awakens.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The end is a new beginning.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.