Infinite Dream Core: My Girlfriend Says I Am a Genius

When daily details begin to distort, when the boundaries of memory gradually blur. The neon lights of the city smudge into the background of dreams, and there are countless worlds that are difficult to distinguish between true and false in the broken mirror. The boundary between reality and illusion has long since collapsed... Who can prove that the "awake" at this moment is not another unawakened dream?