TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER T3JWVG
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The end is a new beginning.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
The old world fades with each page.
The network sheds its dead links.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
ACCEPT YOUR FATE
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COMPLETE THE CIRCUIT
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
