Novel & Cerita Just An Illusion

And I was forced to watch my fantasy break into a million pieces. Casual sex, orgy parties and drugs… I swallowed hard. Reality was catching up real fast. It's true, what they said: the display screen is merely the window to a world of illusion; a world that only lives in your imagination. Rum is just an ordinary guy, no different from Giles, the male models, actors and singers. I pictured the most beautiful and vibrant version of Rum in my mind and thought sadly, You’re just the same. ***** “I hate what you’re wearing.” Rum swallowed the water in his mouth and exhaled, casting a frown of disapproval at me. “What the fuck is it?”

Promptly, turning at her side, I profoundly stared at the kind lady beside me who was shaking my shoulder slightly with a worried expression on her face at my dishevelled state that occurred all of sudden, but my implicated and perplexed mind was far away from her genuine concern. How could something like that even be possible? He did not know the location, even if we were here! My fatigue and appalled mind are surely playing games with me. I decided, sighing. Yes, that would be it. I agreed to nod. I was tilting my face at the window side and peeking from between the rods, which consisted of four solid iron rods jabbed within the window that were parallel to each other. I closed my eyes, re

His words were along the line of him trying to bond with me and I ended up bashing his car. I knew that him being nice to me had to be a result of an external effort. It bothered me but at the same time it did not. What else did I expect from him? His niceness was suspicious from the beginning and it was a good thing I did not get my hopes up too much. Leo only tried to care for or 'love' me because other people had convinced him to try to. Whatever I had seen him do was simply an illusion. It's a good thing I never let my guard down.

Then Akihiko while resting thanks him for the food and asks him- “By the way, why do you do so much for random people like us both?” “You’re not random at all. I just sympathize with your situation…” “So, its something close to pitying me?” “Not quite.” “Also… I’ve been wondering for some time now…” says Akihiko while a gentle wind blows across the grassland refreshing him. “How is it that this domain of yours is so realistic as if it were real?” “That lies within the human brain. You perceive it in a way and the way you perceived it in is like an illusion. I’m showing your brain an image and you subconsciously end up thinking of it as reality hence the conscious mind gets affected by it as

“You think this illusion will stop me? You think this is enough?” “No,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest. “But it’s the truth. And that’s something you can’t escape.” Suddenly, the world around us shifted again. The illusion, once perfect, began to crack. The golden light flickered and faded, replaced by darkness once more, a darkness that felt more suffocating, more real than the world we had just left behind. The Prophet’s face twisted in rage, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. The illusion had trapped him in a space where he couldn’t control anything anymore. He was standing at the edge of his own undoing.

His arrival had given her a lot of relief, and now she was not feeling as alone as she had before. "That werewolf, I mean that shadow, must be an illusion of mine," she said, comforting herself. "Yes, I was watching the Geographic Channel on TV, so my eyes must have been deceived. It was an illusion. Just an illusion." The human heart believes everything through the eyes, but in the end, when one closes those eyes to look at something, the brain will make up a story and believe whatever that story is. The brain tries to convince the heart, but the heart will not listen. It keeps saying that what has happened is what was meant to happen.

It was a very strange state; Jasmine was sure that her body had improved. Jasmine gathered her courage and returned to the iron door. When she discovered their absence, Jasmine instinctively assumed that the two ghosts had left. Or, they had gone to other rooms! Jasmine panicked and checked each room but found nothing. An older girl grabbed Jasmine. "Jasmine, don't be afraid! It's only an illusion. There are no ghosts in this world!" Jasmine calmed down and forced herself to believe that everything was an illusion as she felt the older girl's trembling hands caused by intense pain. "There are no ghosts; it's all an illusion. Mr. Jennings will be fine; I must have been mistaken!"

I focused on visualizing the illusion as a fragile construct, a mirage that could be shattered. ‘Cassian,’ I whispered, my mental voice trembling with intensity. ‘This illusion is not my reals elf. It's a fragile façade created by Dorian's dark magic. You have to fight it! If you can’t Dorian will kill you! Break free from the chains that bind you!’ The illusion wavered, flickering like a dying flame, and for a moment, Cassian's true self shone through. His eyes met mine, filled with confusion and longing.

I threw her phone toward her and said coldly, "See for yourself!" She picked up the phone and her face turned deathly pale when she saw the messages being displayed on the screen. She looked back at me, trying to come up with an explanation, but she had no idea what to say. I gritted my teeth and asked, "What do you have to say for yourself?" Cassandra bit down on her lips and said, "Listen to me, Sebastian. This isn't real! It's all just a joke!" I laughed out loud from anger. "Just a joke, you say? Do you know how much these so-called jokes of yours have hurt Joan?"

--- And as the perfect world stood unchanged— As humanity existed within invisible limits— As peace revealed its hidden cost— One final truth emerged: --- The greatest illusion of control… --- Is making something feel alive— --- When it has already stopped becoming.