Asleep in a world that promises the realization of dreams. What if your dreams were all you knew? In a state of perpetual unconsciousness, non-reality becomes comfort, becomes life. Oblivious to the awake, one's mind naively roams the forced imagination, not out of escape, but simply because it knows no better. Totalitarianism feeds on the comatose. It's defiance and destruction of the natural is constantly increasing in volume. Bang! It egotistically believes that a population this soundly asleep has proven it's inability to wake, it's complacency to an ever-tightening grip. The noise grows, slowly, steadily. BANG! A pair of eyes open, confused. Where am I? Why am I bound to this bed? What is that noise?
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