Real Play -final-: -illusion-

There is only the play. Layer upon layer. A fractal of pretenses. When you strip away the final illusion, you don’t find truth. You find more play .

The void looks back at you and says, "Your move." Real Play -Final- -Illusion-

But you know.

The lights fade. Not to black, but to a deeper shade of pretend. Somewhere, a child picks up a wooden sword and declares themselves a knight. Somewhere, an old man whispers a prayer to a god he designed in his own image. There is only the play