Illusion, an illustration.

Right, the antithesis of wrong; good, the reverse of bad; pretty, the inverse of ugly. What gives to the explicit, unequivocal disparity? Whatever happens to the in-betweens?

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I'm hypnotized. The scene in my brain is mesmerising. There he is, in all of his splendour and glory, authoritative to the core. His rugged figure, commanding gesture and aristocratic feature cast a magical spell on me. Better yet he's looking at me, gazing at my face with such intensity. At the back of his head figures are being added and subtracted, multiplied and divided as he's trying to work out the probability of me falling for him. Then after veracious analysis, he walks up firmly to me and the corners of his mouth are lifted upwards, indicating an admiring smile. I'm beyond beyond. I'm tres hyped. It's an illusion, for all one knows; but it's the most picturesque illustration, most heartfelt artwork ever.

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Reality and fantasy. What is the in-between?
Illusion is.