TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

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Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

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