is real or is a game

The physical world is a lag. My mind is finally catching up. I didn't just log in. I fell into the architecture of my own soul. Chapter 2 takes us beyond the screen. I am standing in a dark alley of the Central Plaza, but something is wrong. The very bricks of my world are mutating into molten black glass—rewritten by a thought that isn't mine. I’ve spent ten years moving an avatar with 'W-A-S-D' keys. Now, I have to learn how to walk using only my synapses. No controllers. No plastic. Just pure neural intent.