The illusory things once seemed so harmless, and yet now, at times, they feel more real and discomforting than the reality you're trying to escape. Instead of an oasis, your safe haven is nothing more than a rickety treehouse caught in between the shades of gray that decorate the ominous sky. But you remind yourself that "real" is nothing but an adjective, not an absolute. You begin to realize that fear is not an obstacle but rather a compass for how things will shape up and come to pass.
