You wake up in the same way you've woken up so many times before. Lie in the perfectly made bed, in the perfect white house, in a street of identical white houses, in a town full of identical streets. For years, it had seemed like home, but now, as you look out the window, you see it for what it truly is.

A facade.

You had went into that room out of curiosity. A crack in a wall, showing a room on the other side that was anything but ordinary. There was loudness, and chaos, and all the things that in your life, didn't exist. You had closed off that memory, filled the gaps in with the comfortable knowledge that it was all a dream.

But deep down you knew it was different. You knew the sound of another world hidden under the walls of your own, and you were going to find it again if only to prove yourself correct.

More cracks started appearing a few weeks after that.

A careless bagel and coffee left in the window of an "abandoned" house. The coordination between everyone, as if it was all a convoluted dance designed to draw the viewers attention away from the weak links of reality.

A week after that, you found the cameras.

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