My Neopets have been dying for ten years. I forgot the password to my account and the associated email address no longer exists, so my colorful pixelated friends are stuck in a prolonged state of suffering.
I don’t remember my dreams. Peaceful sleep is a void. Gaps in time. Sometimes, though, I’ll be out somewhere, doing something, and think: I’ve been here before. Cycles. Circles. Rings and spirals. Déjà vu. That’s how I know it’s not real.
