Hounded by thoughts of disassociation, derealization, and suicide, virtual-reality addict Molly Hitchcock has one dream: to create the first living story, "Elopas." Who this so-called entity is, or if she really exists, is unknown and debated by her small team of devoted friends working around the clock to assist her in her supernatural pursuits. With her delusions growing greater and greater and school taking its own tax on her rapidly dissolving ego, can even the narcissistic Molly resist falling headfirst into eternal depersonalization?
I think I was here as a kid.
These hills don’t end, and this sun doesn’t drop. The sky’s forever programmed blue. The clouds I see have passed by before, like nostalgic memories. I know this is a dream, but nothing has ever felt so real to me.
I’m not alone.
She’s on a hill. Miles away… but as I focus, I realize I’m inches from her face. She’s smiling at me like nobody has before. The image could’ve only been recalled from a movie. She’s really pretty, and I love her.
I want to ask her name, but Elopas only smiles. What a funny character she is. What an interesting story. That’s what she is. Not just a woman, or even a character, but a work of art. I might be the first person to ever meet one.
“I wanna be friends.” I say.
My friend just waves. At this moment, I understand that she is real. That more than anything else, this was all real. I just met a story, and became her friend. I can’t remember waking up. But I know that I did. If I didn’t, how would I have gotten here?
I think I was here as a kid.
These hills don’t end, and this sun doesn’t drop. The sky’s forever programmed blue. The clouds I see have passed by before, like nostalgic memories. I know this is a dream, but nothing has ever felt so real to me.
I’m not alone.
She...