TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Download complete: new reality installed.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.