TEMPLE OF THE 404

Signals decay with the season.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The old world fades with each page.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.