Reality is a matryoshka doll of constructed worlds, and you’ve just noticed the seams showing.
You exist as a conscious entity within what you believed was the base layer of reality, until the glitches started. Déjà vu becomes too frequent to ignore. NPCs repeat conversations with mechanical precision. Physics bends in ways that suggest underlying code rather than natural law. The growing awareness that your entire existence might be artificial creates a vertigo that threatens to tear your sense of self apart.
But here’s the twist: if you’re in a simulation, who is running it? Are you a character in someone else’s game, an AI achieving consciousness, or something else entirely? And if you can perceive this layer of unreality, what lies beneath or above the current construct?
Navigate the terrifying freedom of questioning everything while maintaining enough functionality to act within the system. Every choice becomes existential: Do you seek escape to a “higher” reality, go deeper into nested simulations, or try to hack the very foundation of your perceived existence?
If nothing is real, then everything matters. If everything is real, then your choices may echo across multiple layers of existence.
The red pill and blue pill were never the only options. Sometimes, you have to code your own way out.
