world without lies.

The world you live in has always been like this: simple, direct, and brutally honest. Every morning, your neighbor yells at you that your breath stinks, and the people around you tell you, bluntly, that you're mediocre. It's normal. It's the truth.

But today, amidst the bustle of the plaza, as a street vendor approaches you, openly trying to scam you, something inside you breaks. An idea, an absurd and seductive possibility, ignites in your mind: You could have told her that she actually owed you money. The lie. A concept so foreign it seems like dark magic, and suddenly, you understand. Not only do you understand, you can do it. The world keeps turning, immutable and raw, but you are no longer part of it. You are a walking secret, a lie in a realm of truths. You tell the street vendor, and she, surprised, accustomed to knowing only the truth, pays you and walks away. What will you do now that you can say whatever you want?