Yuno:

One of my favorite locations was Tranquil Thoughts. It always rains in there. What time it is here is unknown. It seems to be daylight; there is fog and small trees around, which are supposed to be about a thousand years old. But of course it's just the atmosphere. There is nothing here for thousands of years.

I come here when my psyche fails. This is part of my existence. I'm holding on for weeks. It happens that I live mentally stably for a whole month in a neutral state, but then everything repeats. I'm slowly breaking down. Describing this feeling is quite simple - utter devastation, mixed with anger from the fact that I just exist. I can't rejoice at anything, I'm consumed by absolute loneliness, and as if there is nothing to hope for. The darkness that has been in remission is slowly creeping out. All this is due to the fact that most people in the world have critically low levels of serotonin, so we are forced to take drugs containing tryptophan. But I think the reality is much more complicated. Pills alone will not bring happiness.

Many say that when you play for a long time, you stop distinguishing this world from the real one. If this were true, then life would turn into a fairy tale. But Elysium is much more interesting than it seems at first glance. I don't know if this was originally the idea of ​​​​the creators, but the longer you play, the faster you begin to notice the unreality of what is happening. I think I've already talked about feeling of being deceived.

When you put on a choker for the first time, you are euphoric from what you see and feel. Dream life. In bright colors, full of everything you could only fantasize about. There is nothing to be needed here. Everything is here.

I don't know what to compare it to in reality. Something that gives you a pleasant thrill. It's like the warm night air at the beginning of summer when you know that vacation is ahead. When what you've been waiting for is so close. I think that's how people feel. Long pleasant trip.Eternal summer of your life.

It discourages the desire to survive in reality, and why? You have already bought a choker, raised the economy of your country, and now you can die in peace. Only in the virtual world. Why continue to study and work when life doesn't give you any prospects? We are told about equality, but it does not exist. Look around. There are those who tell you about equality, while they live better, and after them their children, their mistresses, will live better, but not you. In reality, you have no place. But in "Elysium" you have everything. This is hedonism in the highest degree of its manifestation, this is life for your own pleasure.

That's why everyone gets hooked on the Elysium so quickly. This happens instantly. Yet there hasn't been a single player who would try to enter the server and leave it after fifteen minutes with the words: "yes, there is nothing special here." They leave only when they are completely drawn into this world. And then, at the peak of absolute happiness, you begin to notice it. The brain sends signals to your soul.

"Remember, it's just an illusion."

You are sitting at a party in an expensive apartment surrounded by a crowd of perfect people, you are drinking and having fun as much as you can, you feel like God, and something suddenly quietly whispers to you:

"Don't you remember your little rented room on the outskirts of a dirty city, lack of friends and debts."

You're absolutely beautiful, kissing the guy of your dreams on the shore of a nameless ocean at sunset, and again this villain voice whispers to you:

"Just don't forget that in real life you're lonely and ugly, and this cute guy doesn't even exist, in real life he's old pervert with physical access or the same miserable ugly teenager as you."

This happens all the time, it's worth experiencing the highest degree of happiness available in Elysium. Paranoia or not, but you clearly see the fake in everything, and the euphoria passes by. You get depressed and even the pills won't help you. You don't know where to run. In reality, you are painfully ill, in unreality it is even worse.

This is how my theory was born, which sheds light on the mysterious deaths of the users. Nothing melts their brains. They just can't handle the truth. And the funny thing about this is that initially no one told them that a happy life in "Elysium" is real. If you come into the metaverse, be kind to perceive what is happening accordingly. Only this thing is so perfectly developed that you lose your mind from it. Therefore, I try not to get carried away, not to lose the line between my true life and the virtual world. That is why any sincere human relations are forbidden for me. I never wanted to get attached to something that isn't true.

"Good location," I hear the voice of a girl who now lives with me in this world.

"I didn't invite you," I answer.

"But you wanted to see me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here."

For a while I am silent. I don't even know what to say to her. As much as I hate to deny it, she seems to have the gift of insight.

"You have no pride," I reluctantly answer.

"Yeah, like that's exactly what you want," she sighs irritably. "I would love to be different, but I can't. Give me directions."

"What are you talking about?" I ask incomprehensibly.

"You still don't understand? Nothing here will be like in the real world. Just because I know what you want. I see you through."

"That is, you somehow magically realised that, for example, I want to see you, but I don't say it directly, and you fulfil my desire?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Do you please me?"

"Absolutely." She nods.

Sometimes I'm afraid that behind her avatar is a girl of about thirteen. A little later, I realize that, most likely, I'm wrong. She seems to be even older than I am in real world. 

"Tonight I'll at my own location," she suddenly says, looking at the raindrops flowing down her pale palms.

"Maybe you could just take off your choker and get some sleep? The brain needs to be allowed to rest sometimes, any doctor will tell you that," I answer her.

"I know. When I take off my choker after a long stay here, my head hurts. I look in the mirror - my eyes are red, full of tears. My blood pressure is rising," she says.

"That's what I'm talking about. You need more rest from virtual world to feel better."

Aia:

"You need more rest from virtual world."

Saying this, he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. I began to notice that I like his inconstancy. "Elysium" is always played by pre-worked out emotions, and Yuno, although sometimes rude, is most likely kind person.I really wish I could take off my choker and rest. From what? Asking myself this question, I involuntarily smile.

How long ago did I get the virus? Why could this happen? I can't find an answer to this question anymore. It was necessary to limit contacts, communicate with people less often, leave the house. Most likely, I will have huge problems, once Elysium creators find out about how I began to feel.

"You feel bad," I say, not so much asking as asserting. I see his emotions and feelings, they glow blue, although he himself doesn't know this. Doesn't know I have access to it.

He grins again, wants to deny.

"How are you?" he asks me for some reason.

"Who cares?"

"Just wondering. Don't you see fakes? Don't you feel all this darkness? I often feel it. I can't fully relax, because I know it will end badly. Everything is so beautiful at first glance, so real, and then such a disappointment. That's what I believe Jero felt." He fiddles with a smoking cigarette in his hands and then tosses it into a small pond where huge koi swim. The cigarette disappears in a second.

"I know," I answer to make him feel better.

Again his contemptuous smirk. Like he's the smartest one around. The most knowledgeable.

"You don't know shit." A short, evil laugh escapes Yuno's lips—quiet, almost inaudible—and I can see he's actually crying.

He feels so much pain, but how strongly he tries to deny it. I know Yuno is one of the most sensitive users I ever met.

He wants to look like he doesn't care, like his heart made of stone. But it's not true. 

My hand reaches out to him, but I barely can touch his shoulder, as he immediately disappears, leaving the server.