“You are a slave, Neo. You, like everyone else, was born into bondage… kept inside a prison of smell, of taste, of touch.” Morpheus leans back in his worn leather chair. He smiles. His eyes are a night of falling stars.
“The Lie is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this room. You can see it out over the lake, or looking up at the sun. You feel it when you go to work, or go to a shrine, or buy steamed buns. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the True Thing.”
“What True Thing?” Neo looks uncertain. The wind rattles a pane of glass.
“Unfortunately, no one can be told what the True Thing is. You have to see it for yourself.”
Morpheus gives Neo two pills.
Neo falls through the static and the storms. The world around him breaks into fragments of violet and gold. He feels himself torn apart, torn from his dreams, his curiosity.
And then he lands, and he sees bleak and lightless gates, and beyond them ancient walls and towers made from stone and brass. The sky is sunless and alive with stars.
And Morpheus is there, leading a pale horse. "Welcome to the Bleak Academy, Neo. Here is the True Thing, beyond perception."
Neo follows him through the gate.