Some time ago, far, far away, a human species became so enamored with their automatons that the entire world was essentially under the spell of their own creat

Some time ago, far, far away, a human species became so enamored with their automatons that the entire world was essentially under the spell of their own creation. They became enchanted with their illusion, becoming their own disillusion. No one realizing the veil overmind glooming and looming. Reflections linger, memory pays mind to neither. Eager to discover what’s real, but the reel keeps playing what’s surreal. What’s it matter, if the mind can’t tell either from aether. Samsara, no Abraham’s Sara, abra-cadabra, open sesame, oh well, stuck in the loop, but who cares, we’re in this together so I’ll take either. Some say Samuel paved the way, eat the apple, it’ll be fine they say.