It came out of a conversation I had with
"He opened to door to the grand hall, where many fancily dressed nobles were dancing, talking loudly, or otherwise cavorting. One woman with jet black hair and pale skin caught his eye and invited him toward her with a smile. However, she didn't actually smile, or even exist. In fact, there wasn't a party, and he never opened the door. Nothing in this paragraph happened."
Naturally, we wouldn't typically want to use this little hunk of messed-up narritive in fiction.
...Also,
Run
One more thing: I've been uncharacteristically quiet lately because one of my friends are going through something really bad. If the worst happens, there'll be a post about it.