i remember the very very first time i smoked dmt.
this is your last chance. after this, there is no turning back.
you take the blue pill – the story ends.
you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
you take the red pill – you stay in wonderland and i show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
you take the blue pill.
have you ever had a dream, neo, that you were so sure was real?
what if you were unable to wake from that dream?
how would you know the difference between the dreamworld and the real world?