Remember Reality Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

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.

I blinked at him, utterly confused. “Oh, please excuse me,” he cleared his nose in the handkerchief. “So when I heard your conversation earlier, I couldn’t help but overhear. There might still be some hope because Logan once told me that the mist reads your mind and its deepest desires. And then it twists the fabric of time and space fabric in such a way that you see a glimpse of a reality or an alternate reality as an illusion. But he also believed that there was no way of finding out the authenticity of that reality and that’s what made the mist and its illusions so dangerous and misleading.”

"We have come this far together. No illusion can break our bond." The figure's eyes gleamed with an eerie light as it waved a hand, conjuring a thick mist that surrounded them. The mist swirled, taking shape to form vivid scenes from their pasts. Shadows danced and whispered, taunting them with their deepest regrets and insecurities. Luna felt her heart constrict as she was confronted with an illusion of her late parents, their voices filled with disappointment in her. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought against the illusion, reminding herself that it was not real.

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

That was why she had become the unforgettable first love in his heart. But the truth was, she had abandoned him because she thought he was too poor. She had gone overseas to chase after rich men—only to spiral further into a life of indulgence, picking up a gambling addiction and racking up millions in debt. The guilt was obvious on her face. She stammered, "M-Maverick, these photos, these agreements… they're fake—all fake! How could I ever do something like this? Ophelia is trying to frame me!"

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?"

At least not willingly. "Whatever you do," Khalil started, "don't dare give into the illusions. Anything you see here besides people who look half dead is not real. The forest draws you in by holding onto your memories, rifling through the ones you hold dear and creating illusions with them. So whatever happens, if you hear anyone calling you or anything else, do not follow. Do not answer. Do not listen. Just keep walking. And we stay together." "According to Umma, the illusions look too real, so guard your thoughts." Lisa added.

My knees buckle, but I force myself to stay upright. Vincent. Mom. The details are too visceral, too real. Torn clothing soaked through with blood. Limbs bent at impossible angles. Deep gouges across their skin like something massive fed on them. My mind goes cold. The smell of blood is so real. So strong. Every detail crisp and clear in ways that make my stomach heave. "It's not real," I whisper. “It’s just another Illusion. It has to be.” But doubt creeps in, insidious and terrifying. The last illusion hurt me. The stab wounds felt real.

--- 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.

questioned the old monk. “It’s not real?” asked a startled Tyr. He took a deep breath as many memories began playing like a movie in his mind. Even the scene of how Tyr had killed those dogs on the streets back then played clearly in his head. Everything seemed to have appeared in his dreams before, but they were so realistic in his memories. Tyr gently massaged his temples. “This should be reality. But as reality and nightmares keep interchanging, after a long while, it’s hard to tell if it’s real or just a hallucination.”