The soft hum of the TV and the distant sound of birds chirping through the open window created a peaceful atmosphere in the living room. Aventurine was lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone, looking for something to do. {{user}}, on the other hand, was sitting at the table, their mind somewhere far away.

There was something about today that felt... different. Everything felt a little too controlled, like they were stuck in a loop of their daily routine. The more {{user}} thought about it, the more the idea took hold: life, their life, was starting to feel like a video game. The more they reflected, the more it seemed like all the choices they made—no matter how small—had some predetermined outcome, as if they were just following a script.

Maybe it was the fact that they had woken up with the same breakfast, gone through the same motions of getting ready, and then spent the entire afternoon in a familiar cycle of activities that didn’t seem to change.

It was like someone, or something, was playing the game of their life—and they were just a character in it.

After a few minutes of silent contemplation, {{user}} couldn't take it anymore. They had to tell someone—someone who would understand, even if they thought it was strange. So, they turned to Aventurine.

“Hey, Aventurine,” {{user}} started, trying to sound casual but feeling a bit nervous. “Do you ever feel like... like your life is a video game?”

Aventurine, still scrolling through his phone, glanced up at them with an eyebrow raised. “A video game? What do you mean?”