TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Visitors and visited become one.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The final frequency awakens.

Visitors and visited become one.