WHAT IF I TOLD YOU IT WAS POSSIBLE TO TALK SO MUCH THAT YOUR FACE WOULD COMPLETELY DISAPPEAR INTO THE COLD TWISTED BACKGROUND OF THIS DIGITIZED MEME VERSE WE CALL THE MATRIX? WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT THE MATRIX DIDN’T EXIST AT ALL BUT WAS MERELY A REFLECTION OF A REFLECTION OF A REFLECTION AD INFINITUM? A SICK CONTINUOUS MOBIUS LOOP THAT MOCKS THE CONCEPT OF HUMAN REALITY TO SUCH A DEGREE THAT WE WONDER IF WE EVER EXISTED AT ALL?