Doubt

In the endless darkness, a vague shadow seemed to be condensing.

Beneath that unseen, formless abyssal hole, black specks slowly twisted into a mass, beginning to rotate and extend...

It looked like a cylinder, yet also like some kind of weapon.

The shadow was far too blurry to make out.

At last, once the patterns on the shadow had stabilized, it revealed its original form.

It was a spear with no spearhead.

The spearhead had vanished without a trace, leaving only a shaft covered in intricate patterns.

After the spear had fully formed, faint voices drifted from within as its shaft rotated.

"We're back," one voice said wearily.

"Did we succeed?"

"Looks like it."

"Is... doing this enough?"

"That's right. Although there were many unexpected developments, this is enough. The fact that we can still talk means the plan succeeded. After that Cube left, chaos did not collapse, and the world is still functioning normally."

"That's wonderful. But I still don't understand. Why is it still functioning normally? Didn't he already know we were deceiving him?"

"That isn't important. He isn't the one we were deceiving..."

"Then who was?"

"The audience... As long as they do not know what is real and what is false, as long as doubt remains in their hearts, the world will continue to operate and never cease."

"But they have been watching us the whole time. They must know what is real and what is false, right? Even our conversations can be seen by them perfectly clearly. Nothing can escape the scrutiny of those eyes."

"The key is not the audience who have always been watching us, but the audience who cannot see this place... Some audience members get distracted, some grow bored, some leave halfway through, and some simply cannot understand. Those audience members