The sky is fake.

Life is fake.

What is reality?

It was the day the sky flickered, as if between night and day. It seemed almost as if pixels made it up above the people, and they soon began to dissolve into thin air. Utterly puzzled about such an unanswered phenomenon, the people raced in their electric vehicles throughout their neon cities and chased where the sky was still in one piece. A few crashed, exploding into puffs of blazing colors, hues of hot pink and blue before fading away into the atmosphere.

It was the day where distress clouded the minds of the people. They had no knowledge of where to go and were blindly driving and dodging the cars that burst into hauntingly beautiful colors like those of the deaths of stars. When the pieces and shards of the pixelated sky, where the moon was always full every single night and the sun always remained in one place, fell away, a void of absolute darkness was revealed, gaping and staring down at the doomed citizens.

It was the day that the people began to vanish, fading away and becoming clouds of pixels. Parents watched their children dwindle away one by one until it was their turn. Newly married wives watched their husbands cease to exist.

It was the day the sky fell away.

It was the day the game of SkyHigh City was deleted.