When false is taken for true, even truth becomes false. Between truth and falsehood, there was never any fundamental divide.
Sometimes, a single mouthful of words is enough to bridge it.
Why?
For storytellers, everything that comes from their mouths is a story: their own or someone else's, real or imagined. All they need to do is make their listeners enjoy it and feel moved by it, until they believe it to be true, even if only for a moment.
But what if the listeners knew from the very beginning that it was all made up?
The old era has passed, and a new one has arrived. Storytellers, relics of the old era, have gradually faded from our lives, leaving no trace.
And in C City, deep in an alley, there lives a storyteller.
A strange storyteller.
The writing is good (?-ω-`)