There was once a man named Ishaan, trapped in a world he thought he controlled. In his mind, he was a king — admired, unstoppable, eternal. But the world around him whispered another truth: he was no one.
Blinded by his own delusions, Ishaan stitched a shirt unlike any other. To him, it shined like gold, draped like royalty, and turned heads wherever he walked. In reality, it was torn, dirty, and barely hanging from his shoulders.
But he couldn’t see it. He never would.
The shirt became a symbol of the stories we tell ourselves — the beautiful lies that cover the painful truth. It whispered sweet illusions to anyone who wore it, showing them the world they wanted to see — until reality shattered around them.
Some say the shirt still exists, passed from hand to hand, feeding the delusions of the next dreamer.
