Remember Reality Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. Sometimes a smell or a place can summon a memory, but I can’t exactly be sure if it’s real or not. So many times we think a memory is real, but it might just be something we’ve watched on television or even dreamed about.” “That’s an interesting take on things. I never thought about it in that way,” adds Jacob. “It kinda messes with your head, doesn’t it? What your perception of reality is,” suggests Emily. “Like The Matrix,” I say, and she nods her head in agreement. “Exactly like The Matrix.” Clarisse and Liam have commandeered a table not too far from us, bored with adult conversation. They both have their scrap books and color pencils scattered across the table, and they’r

I responded, "Our choices define our reality. Illusions may cloud perception, but the essence of truth prevails through our resolve." As we ventured deeper, the illusions intensified. Cosmic echoes of our past, alternate realities, and potential futures danced in a cosmic ballet of confusion. The enigmatic figure warned, "The disruptor plays with the threads of time and possibility. Your choices must anchor you in the present, for that is where the cosmic continuum finds its true resonance." Richard, facing a mirage of his past, confronted the disruptor's illusion with determination. "I recognize the echoes of time, but my choices now shape the present. I won't be swayed by illusions of what

--- Ariana exhaled slowly. --- “That sounds like I’m not real anymore,” she said. --- Oliver looked at her. --- “You’re real,” he said. --- A pause. --- “But they’re controlling how real you appear to others.” --- That explanation settled heavily. --- Because it meant one thing. --- Reality wasn’t just what existed. --- It was what was recognized. --- Ariana leaned against the locker. --- “So this is the consequence,” she said. --- Oliver nodded. --- “Yes.” ---

She stared at me for a moment and smiled. "It was your hallucination 2 years ago right? Your descriptions didn't differ each other. Sometimes...you might mistaken your hallucinations into reality and it was because it is how you want it. Because you miss that person. You want that person back. But...Lexis...you have to go back to reality even though hallucinations are sometimes tempting and alluring. But reality is where you live in," I stopped and think deeply. She's right. What if...my hallucinations are just tricking me? They are just giving me false hopes. And those false hopes will just hurt me more.

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.

he replied coolly, “you remain alive.” She hated how calm he sounded. Like none of this bothered him. Like she hadn’t just been emotionally tortured by fake versions of her family. Her chest still hurt from seeing her mother. From hearing her voice again. “What was that place?” she demanded. “The Memory Realm.” Eliana frowned. “It feeds on attachment,” he continued. “The stronger your emotions, the stronger the illusion becomes.” She folded her arms tightly. “So the point was what? To emotionally destroy me?” “No.” His gray eyes met hers directly. “The point was to see if you would choose illusion over truth.”

How can one man illicit this much fear and disgust in me? I stay there, on his bed. In his room. Waiting for my fate. Unable to move, unable to fight back. In a constant state of dread. The soft touch to my palm makes me gasp awake. I open my weary eyes to the faces of my mom and my love. It takes me a few seconds to register that I’m not in hell anymore. Once again, I’m back where I belong. Or… am I? Which one is reality? Is this an illusion? Am I tricking myself into seeing my loved ones?

_*]:min-w-0"> Reality bent around us, space folding in ways that made the Council members stumble. Trees rearranged themselves into a protective circle. The cottage multiplied into five identical structures, each radiating Miranda's signature to confuse anyone trying to track her. _*]:min-w-0"> "This is why you were exiled," Alecto breathed. "You reshape reality itself." _*]:min-w-0"> "I reshape perception," I corrected. "Create illusions so complete they become functionally real. Make people see what I want them to see, believe what I need them to believe." I gestured and suddenly we were standing in a throne room that didn't exist. "Impressive, yes. Dangerous, absolutely. But not inherentl

"Maybe I just needed the illusion. I wanted it, and I wasn't particularly interested in fighting anything." "Oh, what was it about then?" "The illusion or nightmare?" I shrugged, "Any." "Whoever did the illusion isn't strong enough to seclude a lot of people to their illusion, so he most definitely had a series of events, that's why it was easy to blur the line from reality. It must have felt really real, hadn't it?" "I saw Cassandra, I saw I saved Reine, so yeah, it was very much real." Elias nodded. "The priest came earlier. He saw darkness, war."

"Your power is creating illusions! So this woman doesn't even exist—she's just something you made up! You're really clever!" If Jamie were still alive, he would surely cry injustice—creating an illusion that looked exactly like someone he knew? "And that means the you I see might not be real either. Maybe behind you is a deadly trap. That's why I felt danger when I rushed toward you—because you aren't real at all. It only looked like I was charging at you, but in fact, I was walking straight into a trap!" Lucien laughed even more triumphantly. "All your tricks have been exposed!"