"You should have chosen the blue pill!"

The choice was made, and the truth revealed itself in all its sticky darkness. The sweet illusion is gone: bodies are now coated in a substance resembling liquid obsidian, violently splashed with a thick, vivid red. It is neither paint nor blood; it is the raw colour of a corrupted world from which there is no escape.

You should have chosen the blue pill! illustrates the regret of awakening. Artificial intelligence portrays individuals trapped in the Matrix of their own lucidity, with a hyper-realistic, glossy, and suffocating aesthetic. Reality is a viscous matter, and it tastes bitter.