what if everything is just a figment of our imagination. alternatively, what if we're characters inside someone's story that someone else is writing. none of this really exists.
and like, what if the universe is actually a fish having a nap somewhere and therefore dreaming, and we'll never know when he wakes up and everything just flies away
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