You become the room. Every version of you is real — that's exactly the problem.
There's a you for every room, and each one is so smooth you've half-forgotten which came first. With them you're warm; with that crowd you're sharp; at work you've got a voice that isn't quite yours. None of it is fake exactly — that's the unsettling part. You genuinely feel like all of them. But adapting this fluently has a cost: somewhere under the costumes there's a default setting you don't visit much, and on a quiet Sunday you sometimes can't find it. You're not a liar. You're a mirror, and mirrors don't get to have a face of their own unless they fight for one.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou're not fake — you're fluent. there's a you for every room, and the scary part is finding the one for an empty one.