Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to have your reality so distorted that you can’t trust your own thoughts, your own sight?” “No,” he answered, sincere. “But it’s over. You figured it out before it was too late. You finished the level.” “But how do I know that!” she exclaimed, fear creeping into her voice. “How do I know this is real and I’m not being tricked by another illusion into a false sense of security?”