TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Digital decay creates new patterns.