TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The end is a new beginning.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The network sheds its dead links.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

You are becoming the signal.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The ceremony never truly ends.