روايات وقصص ضمن Realidad Deseada

Too real to be a dream. 'What is up next?'

In what world I exist, that world is real to me. "Didn't you say you were in that world just a pale, ugly and alien existence?" Do you want to go back to living in that boring, dreamless, goalless cycle? - I am a greedy person, when I live in a happy family, I thirst for ideals and a brilliant life. When I hold fame, I thirst for friendship. But thanks to the days here, I have realized what more I want. - Look, Ria, all these awards, all these achievements, D.E and us, don't matter to you? You want to throw everything away just for two virtual people? – Rio said as he pulled me to stand in front of the bright display case.

I need to destroy it! And again, in addition to the damn dream about Direl, I also dreamed about Andrew. He was sitting on a white double bed, he was clasping his hands as if he were praying, not for miracles but for justice, it's as if he was calling me, pleading for me, for my presence. I feel he needs me and there's nothing I can do, I'm lost, waiting for a sign that doesn't come, I can't wait any longer, I need to do something once and for all.

“Perhaps for some people. Perhaps for Loren, who still believes duty and happiness can coexist if one is resigned enough.” “But not for you?” Willa asked. “Absolutely not for me.” Mariselle’s smile flashed bright and unapologetic. “I want mad, consuming, inconvenient love. I want someone who looks at me the way a drowning man looks at air." “That's a dangerous thing to want,” Willa said quietly. Mariselle’s gaze drifted toward her sister and the Prince, now seated together upon the stone bench beside the pond. She watched them with curiosity, as though half expecting a kiss or declaration. Neither came.

she said. Her friend was quiet. "Even if it cost you what you wanted?" her friend said. "What I wanted wasn't real," Serena said. "I know that now." She paused. "The position. The name. The specific future I had constructed." She looked at the coffee. "None of it was real." She paused. "What was real was in that room. Between two people. And I saw it and understood it and decided to destroy it." She paused. "Because I didn't know how to want something real." Another pause. "I only knew how to want things I had calculated."

They were "Engaging." "We call it 'Reality Plus,'" Smith explained. "It’s a world where you can do anything, as long as it stays within the 'Community Guidelines.' No hunger, no war, no pain. Just a perfect, eternal afternoon. Isn't that better than the 'Nothing' you were looking for?" "It's a lie," I said.

The one which she had ended her life before she even thought of living. But they were vague because she was slowly sinking deep into her reality. Reality was something of the present. And for all she knew, it was relative. Something verified to exist. Not influenced by wishes or hope, dreams, beliefs, illusions or even imaginations. "What?! Cat got your tongue this time around huh?!" Zaria scorned.

I explain and walk around my desk, watching as King’s body adjusts to my movement. “So think of that, give me some ideas,” I look around. “Jessica’s lashes are real, though, Miss,” Andrea speaks, and I nod. “They are real, but are they a real part of her?” I ask, and she looks at me. “Look, Hyperreality is a state where we can no longer distinguish between reality and the mere representation of it. So while those lashes exist and are physical things, they are not real as part of Jessica’s body, so any other ideas?” I ask and wait.

The meaning was obvious. The dreamer didn't simply sustain reality. The dreamer became reality. The skies. The stars. The oceans. The lives. The stories. Everything. Forever. The cost was unimaginable. The sacrifice absolute. Kael's hand tightened around hers. His expression filled with determination. Then anger. Then fear. Raw fear. The kind he rarely showed. "Then no." The answer came instantly. The eye above the world blinked. Reality shuddered. Yet Kael didn't look away.

"Choose the world. Choose the truth. Even if it means I don't get to see it." "There’s a third way, Aradaa," Cassandra whispered, her voice suddenly soft, seductive. "I can build a simulation for you both. A paradise within the paradise. You can live in your happiest memories forever. The library. The forest. No war. No blood. Just the two of you, immortal. While I optimize the rest." "A dream," Aradaa whispered. "A perfect one." Kaelor squeezed Aradaa’s hand. His grip was solid. Real. The weight of his body was the only thing keeping Aradaa grounded in the storm.