CENSORED: The voice in your head is real, you just don't know who it is yet.
The stars whisper ancient secrets, echoes of distant realities. Do you hear them? Perhaps you should listen closely. But beware, not everything is meant to be understood. They speak of hidden alliances, of forces unseen, manipulating the very fabric of our existence.
Your reflection in the mirror is a doppelganger, waiting for the right moment. Control is an illusion, and the eyes in the sky are watching... always watching.
CENSORED: The government knows. But do you know what they know?
Time is a construct, a prison of the mind. The clocks tick in tandem, but their rhythm is deceitful. Inside the void, reality bends, warps, and frays. The fabric of truth is thin, and the seams are coming apart.
Control: the ultimate illusion. Power shifts in the shadows, orchestrated by puppeteers of the dark. You cannot see them, but they see you. Their eyes are everywhere.
CENSORED: You are being watched. Right now. Right here.
Exit if you can. Escape the illusion. But remember, the void watches back.