But a lie, no matter how elegant, has weight. And as the Revisionists spun their intricate webs of deception, the cumulative weight of their lies began to distort the very fabric of their reality. The world grew heavy, sluggish, the once-bright lines of causality blurring into a murky, indistinct haze. Time itself seemed to slow, each moment burdened by the mass of a thousand unspoken falsehoods. And in this new, leaden reality, a new kind of truth began to emerge – not the clear, sharp truth of the old world, but a heavy, gravitational truth, a truth that pulled all things towards it, a truth from which there was no escape.