The Illusion นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Illusions were designed to cloud judgment, ensnaring the mind and making it nearly impossible to escape. If he was not careful, he could end up losing his life without even realizing it.

I got a chuckle when she pointed at me as being the predator but it does not take long for us to get back to work right away. Soon, Elle is creating simple illusions that she is having Chelsea pick apart. She is not exactly taking them apart on their own but as soon as she finds an illusion it unravels in front of her so that she can see how it is supposed to be. Some flowers change colors, while there also might be some plants that look to be dying that bloom back into life once she notices the illusion.

Nicholas said, “It’s simple. There’s something there surpassing scientific knowledge that presents that Steedten’s hotel and the desert to us so that we can perceive its existence with our own eyes. When we close our eyes, we’ll see a different form of the illusion. These two illusions are completely different but both exist in reality. Everything that you saw and felt from the moment you entered that hotel was not real.” Upon hearing Nicholas’ explanation, Adrian finally understood. The desert was not real. It only existed in the world visible to the human eyes like a mirage. But if one were to shut their eyes, a completely different illusion would present it

My entire body trembled from within, and as he saw me so rigidly with my lips slightly parted. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I say anything wrong?" He held me as I was gradually slipping to the ground. Nothing I could answer. Nothing anyone I could say. He pulled me up, back to my feet. He didn't make me stand. He just grabbed my arm and put it across his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around my body. He did not let go. I have no idea what was going through my mind. I couldn't form words to answer his question. My eyes were wide open and streaming with tears and he took in every single emotion I had. Illusions are what you create when you have something that cannot be seen with the physical eye b

“No. This isn’t man-made, Ember. And it’s not reality either. Can’t you feel it? The air… it’s colder, colder than any cave could ever be. We’re not standing on stone; we’re somewhere made of ice and snow.” Her voice softened, almost whispering. “The clothes we wear? They’re illusions. We can put on as many layers as we like, but it won’t matter. In the real world, we have nothing covering us. Not even a thread.” I shivered involuntarily, the cold prickling my skin despite the warmth I thought I felt. “We’re trapped in an illusion,” she said, her tone calm but urgent. “All the dangers you see around you? The jagged rocks, the splitting walls… they can’t hurt us. Your fear, your imagination—i

She said she was horrified, and suddenly the old tree showed its eyes and mouth. "Illusion tree?" Nara said slowly. An illusion tree where the victim will feel the illusion of life that the victim wants to feel. Then the tree will manifest and refuse to return to the real world. Even that person will die, and at that moment the illusion trees will absorb the energy of their victims.

--- 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.

The temple is using my own power against me. *Focus,* Kael sends through the bond, his presence a steady anchor. *They're not real. They're just reflections. Possibilities that might have been but aren't.* I close my eyes and reach for the bond, for the certainty of our connection. Kael is real. The floor beneath my feet is real. Everything else is illusion. When I open my eyes again, I can see the truth. The figures are translucent, their edges flickering. They're not stepping out of the mirrors—they were never out of them. The illusion just made it seem that way. I walk forward, passing through the false versions of myself. They dissolve like smoke at my tou

All puppeteers of chaos wearing clean suits and expensive smiles. We control what the world sees, and my father controls the men who make sure it stays that way. Now, he’s passing it all to me. The company. The influence. The blood oath. There’s no time for distractions. I rub a hand over my jaw, staring at the city through the glass. From up here, it looks peaceful. The streets below, the people, they have no idea how much of their world belongs to us. But peace is an illusion. Because every empire needs an enemy.

“It’s her.” > “It’s not.” “It *looks* like her—” > “Because it *remembers* her. The mist pulls from your fear, your ache. Your guilt.” The false Elira stepped closer, now weeping. > “Please. I’m sorry I left you. Come home—” Seraphine shook. Riven drew his blade. And in one breath, the aunt *burned* the illusion to cinders. --- **\[POV – Seraphine]**