As I glanced downward in a distant haze in this self realized faux reality that the designed of this virtual environment felt so fervently to present in a shimmering sea of shining lights and glitching panels surreal enough to believe for a second as a shock wrought through the reality of these fake dreams I gazed outward for my gaze to view the imperfection pf my faulted dreams. Within it I felt alive even though I wasn’t sure if that was adequate for what I had known could be the opposite of, but life was the feeling I figured it would be close enough to so why bother to bicker on semantics, if I was wrong what is the worst case scenario, being viewed as a corpse? I laughed to myself over my thoughts, overly analytical yet highly simplistic a lie I’d made up to confuse myself in justifying my existence on the datascape opposed to merely existing in the “real” world. For all intents and purposed my reality was this one, so interconnected the flow of data to my own reality I declared that I shall live out what is left here and now in my perfect dream, unbound by the crux of reality simply exist for no purpose other than to be entertained for there was naught else to strive for even the world of flesh had the same meaningless structure as the world of dream.
This had been the reason to press on for so long, the time became incalculable at this point, I only remember glimpses before it began, due to experience in other lives lines began to blur becoming incoherent gibberish in this static dream of dynamics to dictate reality. perceived or lived either one perpetuated long enough became the truth. Disjointed and jostled and uprising of the mind to determine if anything was real, as perfection glimmers to truth and lie, subjectivity glares upon the shadows that are viewed in my mid. Cast a drift the postmanship of dreams guise as reality for the mass, subjectivity lost for now I am without my mask.
Years of dust and ash bequeath my time of life spent in a dream of faux reality, nothing was lost alas a null gain, never did I contribute to anything. The dream had died and bones forlorn because life had been adjourned, it was all so real but bits of code were the true appeal, it lives beyond me, now I’m gone, for what purpose did it live on?
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You have an impressive vocabulary which is showcased in this piece. I love to read and learn new complex words, but I feel that in this piece it may be too much. Because the language is quite dense and thrown at as at almost every word, there is not much room to breathe. I had to pause after most sentences to digest what had been said. The content is philosophical – so it is no surprise that this is the format and wording that you went with. However, I would recommend considering cutting down on the heavy vocabulary so your readers can follow along better. This can also be done by mixing imagery in there – which you already have a bit of so it is clear it is something you know how to do. Images like “shimmering sea of shining lights and glitching panels” are great and help break up all the philosophical information we are receiving. This is quite an interesting start, and I would like to see what else you come up with!