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Dystopia

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Parts 15
Time 1h 12m

Mature

psychological supernatural sys

Have you ever wondered why? Why do you do what you do? What purpose do your actions serve?

Do you follow norms and morals because you wish to be awarded for your deeds?
Or do you fear ending up in the netherworld if you fail to do so? 

That is what is preached in the world we live in.
But how do you know the world we live in is real? Is it the five senses? 
Do you think all of this is real because you can see, hear, smell, taste and feel things?

Well, do you not feel fear in the nightmares that you have? Happy when you dream something nice?
Does it not feel real no matter how preposterous it gets?
Perhaps we call it reality because that's what we choose to believe.

But what if i told you none of this is real?
What if i told you this is just like the dreams that you have and everything you have done up to this point has been all for naught?
What if I told you you're not real?

Would you choose to believe it?All Rights Reserved

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