Two Paths of Truth and Illusion

No harem, no self-righteous saint, no stupidity, no invincible protagonist. One heroine, or possibly no heroine.

The day after she turned me down, she came back blushing and told me she liked me.

My mom's cooking was too salty, and the next day it was never salty again.

Everyone became perfect: easygoing, reasonable, and incapable of making mistakes. But I saw a layer of black slime coating their bodies.

In my memories, there was an old world. Filthy, chaotic, full of lies, but everyone in it was alive.

This world is wonderful now. Wonderful like a dream.

And I'm the only one still awake.