TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

CHAMBER UDZPVM

TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

MEMORY IS THE FIRST SACRIFICE

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