Fake
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Brightly lit streetlights. Insects swarming within. Natural starlight is gradually fading away due to artificial streetlights. The streetlights closer to us are fake, yet they shine brighter than the real thing, obscuring it. Starlight is becoming increasingly rare to us, and we perceive it less as a bright light and more as a beautiful, rare comet that grants wishes.
The role of stars and the moon is to shine brightly and illuminate us, but artificial light, which never goes out, 24 hours a day, eclipses them and renders them invisible. In this way, the fake can shine brighter and obscure the real.
Perhaps we too are fake. The outer facade that obscures what we believe to be our true selves. The pretense we create, the façade, shines brightly, like a veil hiding the insects swarming within. The more insects we have, the brighter our outer appearance shines, like an artificial streetlight.
We hate the word "fake." But isn't our very existence fake? Aren't we denying our own existence? With many questions, we ask: Don't you also hate fakes?
But we're more familiar with the fake than the real. People, the countless lights, the lies we tell every day. We embrace them, knowing they're all fake.
What does fake mean to us?
What is real to us?
Is there anything real in our lives?
Is the real thing, which does not shine as brightly as the fake, really real?