Remember Reality Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

I sighed 'Out of everything that has happened to me as of yet this was probably the least bizarre thing' 'I wish to lie down on the floor and pretend as if nothing happened- "Like hell, I can't do that while sitting right next to a dead body!" At this point I had little to no courage left, I couldn't even look at the cold and lifeless body of Fay without crying my eyes out "Just where did it all go wrong...." I crouched against the counter and draped my face with my hands while I let my thoughts run wild... 'None of this feels real, like all of this is an illusion! I want to wake up from this hellish nightmare, what should I do...!?'

illusions don’t just show what isn’t real. They hide the truth. And I was the master of both.

What did she meant by illusion? “ I think.... It's not real! Nothing is real! Like everything is here this moment and the next moment everything will disappear! Sometimes I believe it's all in my head!” She blurted out more than she wanted to tell them. She wanted to say just like how people died and disappeared as they were never here before, but she didn't say it. John sighed out understanding what she meant by this. She must have lost someone dear to her, to be thinking like this, “Even if everything disappears, memories always stay Sia! They make us feel assured that everything was real and not an illusion!” He stated in a low voice.

I was betrayed and I felt a little bit outsmarted. “You killed my sister; you take all our loved ones so that we can make revenge to God and dispose of our faith in him. You took advantage of our weakness and materialize the fears to lure us in death. Our fears are just hallucinations, an illusion to invade us to believe in you. You choose us because of our enormous fears and whether we win or lose, you will collect our souls. LIAR!!!” I dunno how much revelation I consumed to wait for this chance but it didn’t surprise him instead he claps his hand like he was certain that I will know the answer right away. Then, Professor Brendan interrupted.

This realization made him slowly narrow his eyes. What did this mean? Was everything here fake? No, that wasn't right. To be exact, she was the only real person here. And he was just a fragment of someone's memory from within the manifestation, or he had appeared in the conjurer's obsession. Landon reopened his umbrella, hiding the wicked smile beneath it. He didn't want to be a fake person, nor did he want to be just a memory.

She shook her head. “They don’t come to life. They are mere illusions so they can’t cause any physical harm. A man may fall down dead under an illusion and once the illusion is gone, the man stands back up.” Some warriors had sustained injuries that night but once I went under, their injuries vanished along with the wolves. If things like these continued to happen, it won’t be long before everyone links everything to me.

The weight of their presence weighed heavily upon me, like an incessant echo in the corridors of my thoughts. To force myself to sleep, I decided to ignore what I had seen earlier and pretended it was all a figment of my imagination. I desperately clung to the notion that reality had not been tainted by their actions, even if only for a fleeting moment. I engaged in this self-deception, willing myself to believe it was a mere illusion, for about five agonizing minutes before finally succumbing to sleep's embrace.

She mumbled stories from the past that no one had ever heard, as if she were living in the aquarium's history. "Fah! Are you... okay?" Ploy asked in a terrified voice. She shook Fah gently, but Fah looked at her with vacant and confused eyes. It looked at Fah with eyes that seemed to know something. "It didn't kill her... but it trapped her in an endless illusion, and she can no longer distinguish between reality and hallucinations." The familiar announcement blared again after another person had violated a rule. "One... consumed. Two... taken. Three... warped. Four... erased. Five... divided. Six... haunted. Seven... imprisoned in the past. Eight... hunted. Nine... imprisoned in truth. Ten.

The sky darkened slightly, as if responding to her anger. Adrian’s tone hardened. “You don’t understand what happens if we break the illusion. They can’t handle the truth. None of them can. The Continuum was built on memory — on pain. You release that, and it consumes everything.” “Then we’ll face it together,” she said fiercely. “The real world might be broken, but at least it’s real.” He looked at her, and for a split second, his calm façade cracked. There was something desperate behind his eyes. “You don’t know what’s outside, Maya. There is no outside anymore.”