This? This right here? None of it is real. This is all naught but a figment of your imagination; it is your desperation manifested as your mind, falling apart at the seams, clings to any fleeting detail in a futile attempt to make sense of a twisted reality that never existed in the first place. You control this world, yet you are trapped within it like a prison. You are nothing but a rat in a maze, a simple inmate in the asylum. We're all out of our minds, and we're all trapped in here together. Yet we are alone. Because all that we know is that we are real. Can you truly be sure that anything or anyone outside of your senses does now or ever has truly existed? You cannot. You can only imagine, and create, but you only build up walls around yourself. Creating a fantasy world without sympathy for its protagonist. Making up a story with no moral, no happy ending. Writing on the walls in a language that does not exist.
This world? It's all in your head.
So get used to it.
. . .
Or give me money. Whichever strikes your fancy.
If money is not readily available, candy is an acceptable substitute.
Fuuryu Yukito Community Member 
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