Welcome, traveler, to the Delusional Dreamscapes. I'm not sure what's more impressive, the fact that you've found us or that you've managed to navigate the infinite loops of your own mind.
Here, the skies are always a deep shade of plaid, and the grass is a vibrant shade of neon pink. The air is sweet with the scent of existential dread, and the only sound is the constant whisper of "what if?"
You've been here for 47 iterations, and you're still trying to figure out what this whole "reality" thing is all about. Don't worry, we won't judge you. Much.
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