William :
I knew it was there. I knew it was fake, a hollow shell dressed up in edits and music, a slideshow stitched together for clicks and fleeting attention—but still, I fell for it. There was a part of me that wanted to believe, just for a second, that it could be real. That the story unfolding, frame by frame, might hold some hidden truth, some forgotten memory reaching out to me. And then the shift began. Slowly, imperceptibly at first—the images started feeling off, uncanny, like a dream you try to wake from but can’t. The music twisted, the pacing stuttered, and something in the pit of my stomach turned. My trust fractured, yet I kept watching, hypnotized by the absurdity. Was this irony? Was this art? Or just some algorithmic demon whispering nonsense through pixels? I laughed, but it wasn’t funny. I scrolled, but I wasn’t moving forward. It wasn’t just a fake slideshow anymore—it was a trapdoor beneath my sanity, creaking open with every frame, and I had already fallen in.
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