What if everything you believe… is part of a script?
The people around you — actors.
Your school, your job, your friends — all designed to keep you inside the set.
The sky? Just pixels.
The stars? Sensors.
And that voice inside your head telling you something feels off? That’s not paranoia — that’s your only connection to the truth.
We’ve laughed at Truman.
We cried when he escaped.
But… what if the show was never about him?
What if we’re Truman… and the world we know is the real simulation?
The rules. The coincidences. The patterns.
Someone — or something — is watching.
The worst part?
We’re still playing our roles…
And we haven’t even noticed the cameras.
