What?" Lex muttered, confused, as the buildings around him collapsed into rubble in the blink of an eye.
The rain, once falling in torrents, turned into fire—but when it hit him, he felt… nothing.
He could still see the flames, but they had a dreamlike, shifting quality—almost like a reflection that didn't match reality.
Another blink. Chaos erupted around him—people acted violently, morality twisted, fairness became a myth.
"What the hell is happening?" he blurted out. He sensed something was wrong but couldn't quite define it— like a hole in the world but it's something he couldn't perceive.
It felt as if justice had never been an option, had never been peaceful, had never even been… a concept.
He looked at his hand, his mind spiraling. Who am I?
He glanced around, eyes falling on his friend's phone number in his contacts.
Who's this?
His gaze shifted back to the figure—the one untouched by the devastation surrounding him.
Suddenly... the confusion vanished. It left him entirely, like a fog lifting from his mind.
The cold became heat. Fire transformed into frost. Truth twisted into deception. Death reversed into life.
Everything—everything—was being flipped over its axis.
EVERYTHING IS AN ILLUSION
EVERYTHING IS THE OPPOSITE
EVERYTHING IS BEING TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
EVERYTHING IS A LIE
The words echoed endlessly in his head.
EVERYTHING IS AN ILLUSION
EVERYTHING IS THE OPPOSITE
EVERYTHING IS BEING TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
EVERYTHING IS A LIE
EVERYTHING IS AN ILLUSION
EVERYTHING IS THE OPPOSITE
EVERYTHING IS BEING TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
EVERYTHING IS A LIE
There was no meaning to existence. Everything was a mirage—he had never truly existed at all.
Purpose and reason had lost their meaning.
Logic, faith, hope, and fate—all twisted into grotesque parodies of themselves.
Mathematics, science, psychology, religion—concepts once held sacred—erased from memory, reduced to cosmic dust.
AND THAT MAN, he pointed, IS AT THE CENTER OF ALL OF IT! Lex screamed, his mind unraveling. He no longer knew what was real and what was fabricated.
A wave of apathy swept over him. He felt nothing.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a knife. In Desperation—he reached for it, intending to end his torment.
But when his fingers touched the ground… the knife was gone.
It had never existed.
Suddenly, his vision faded.
There was no light.
No darkness.
No life.
No death.
He was suspended in an infinite paradox of nothingness.
He collapsed to the ground.
Nothing mattered anymore.