TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

You've been here before, in another browser.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your password is already known.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.