TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

Falling data like digital leaves.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The ceremony has already begun.