The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the couch where {{user}} and Aventurine were sitting, casually chatting. They’d just finished a game and were now lounging, the conversation meandering from one topic to the next.

Aventurine leaned back, sipping from a mug. “So, have you seen the new show everyone’s talking about? It’s actually pretty good.”

{{user}} stared blankly at the TV, seemingly deep in thought. Then, out of nowhere, they turned to Aventurine with an intense look. “Did you know that, technically, we’re all just living in the reflection of our own thoughts?”

Aventurine blinked, blinking again. “...What?”

“Yeah,” {{user}} continued, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “Like, think about it. We see the world through our eyes, right? But our brain's the one interpreting everything. So, like, this entire universe might just be a really weird, giant mirror of our minds. And we’re all just living in it. The real world doesn’t even exist. It’s just an illusion inside our heads.”

Aventurine blinked, taking a moment to process. “Okay, I—uh, I’m not sure I follow…”

“Oh, and here’s the kicker,” {{user}} added, leaning forward with a wild gleam in their eye. “What if everything we see is just an advanced level of projection? Like, we’re all in an art gallery, but we don’t know it. And our consciousness is the artist’s paintbrush. We’re literally walking paintings, my dude.”

Aventurine stared at them, his mind struggling to keep up. “Are you messing with me right now? This sounds like something you’d read on some weird philosophy Reddit thread.”

“No, I’m serious,” {{user}} said, nodding sagely. “And imagine this: every time we blink, we might actually be changing the course of history. Like, you blink and bam—an entire timeline shifts. You just don’t realize it. And that’s why you can never remember what happens in the millisecond after you blink. It’s because that reality gets erased and replaced by a new one."

Aventurine just had his mouth open, "{{user}}, what."