Bluest Realities' Anthropology: Creation Of Phantasies

[Reader discretion advised: There'll be usage of mature language. There's currently a weak amount of sensual scenes, and no gore yet: later in the story when I add more content.] Series: (Chronicling Bluest Realities) Hiding many unknown secrets beyond what the chaos eyes see... For what a false sense of safety, only leads to a false sense of happiness... That cannot be judge to the entities beyond. As we together are the one watching above as one of them, staring down upon those mortals wanting a change... Throughout one of many realities, depicted as one of many phantasies. Are solely letting them experience outside the box of unknown taboos... True-Synapsis: In an overly-developed cloudy dystopian world. Colton [Kyhireol] always dreams childish wonders upon a fantasy beyond. Always trying to find ways for himself to somehow enjoy his desiring emotions inside. Before deciding to test out another test with his friends that he wishes were real… In which, prepares a technical helmet created by his mother and helped by his father to do some functional testing again… Which creates his “neurological copy” into the cyberspace data network into the enchanting “New World.” Solely there to experience what he wished he experienced here now over anew. Letting many unknown factors slip throughout the slipstream of his vision. Because, a bright happy world he may see may bring new happy memories together with his friends and new friends… Forever? But there’s something inside him watching he fears - waiting for something to happen beyond. Because what creation brings, destruction comes after… For what history falls into a whirlpool of temporal repetition. Seeing only eyes, eyes staring down upon him from above the foggy clouds of the ȼīⱦɏ. Raining paint that splashes and spreads into multiple black puddles of unknown certainties. Looking at a reflection of the “New World'' being perceived as what lives on tainted… Or what story closes in his hands to follow a new story ahead from the tragedy upon infinity. Peeking through the spectrum of pressure and emotions away. Letting colorful tones bleed and change the feeling beyond the story's comprehension! Loosely letting the warm colors bring his soul a light while his friend’s antics are soothing alright. Tearing and ripping the walls beyond these fantasies. Traveling deeper, darker, and harsher into the abyss where it shall go. Cause nothing at heart, will stake along… Only reminding him the paper he has at hand, glaring through the portraits of unknown histories, arts, changes, and emotions—for what experience and reality beyond these “New Worlds” ahead…