~*articulate what forever smoulders*~
The stuffed animals, the video games, the bed cover and clothes strewn everywhere - it's all almost exactly perfect, and you begin to wonder to yourself just why someone would do such a thing.
Then you notice, with a bursting revelation, that the sound of that wondering is the only sound at all. Despite where you live, there is no other sound in the house - no cars outside, no animals, no bugs. The weather is present but perfectly silent, the creaking house has ceased its moaning, and even the ever-present chirping grasshoppers and humming cicadas have ceased their everlasting song.
And with this revelation comes a string of new ones that cascade on top of one another like ice down a waterfall. While the placement, the positioning, the construction of your room is almost impeccably perfect, the subtle wrongness there isn't just in that. Some things just seem to be impossible, absolutely and totally wrong by the laws of physics. Through a glitch, a piece of clothing seems to have phased through your bedpost; the light from your desk lamp is true and illuminating, but your hand underneath casts no shadow. And, most stunning of all, when you touch something, you feel absolutely nothing.
Someone has trapped you within a virtual reality simulation of your own life.
Then you notice, with a bursting revelation, that the sound of that wondering is the only sound at all. Despite where you live, there is no other sound in the house - no cars outside, no animals, no bugs. The weather is present but perfectly silent, the creaking house has ceased its moaning, and even the ever-present chirping grasshoppers and humming cicadas have ceased their everlasting song.
And with this revelation comes a string of new ones that cascade on top of one another like ice down a waterfall. While the placement, the positioning, the construction of your room is almost impeccably perfect, the subtle wrongness there isn't just in that. Some things just seem to be impossible, absolutely and totally wrong by the laws of physics. Through a glitch, a piece of clothing seems to have phased through your bedpost; the light from your desk lamp is true and illuminating, but your hand underneath casts no shadow. And, most stunning of all, when you touch something, you feel absolutely nothing.
Someone has trapped you within a virtual reality simulation of your own life.