Our eyes are liars dressed as guardians. You scroll past a photo, and in a heartbeat your brain writes a story: a girl suspended midair, stairs that lead nowhere, a building with a floor that shouldn’t exist. It feels obvious. It feels true. But a single shift in angle, a tiny change in light, and the entire scene collapses. What you swore you saw was never there at all—just fragments, guesses, and shortcuts your brain stitched together to keep you from questioning every frame of reality. The more you look, the less you trust. The girl, the stairs, the missing floor—suddenl… Continues…