The signs that you have entered this territory are not lacking: nowhere else but in the Simulacrum will you come across so many disturbed people, laughing to themselves, manipulating clay as if it were pure gold or displaying an ecstatic smile in the middle of this disaster field. Then, fear can't help but run down your spine. What if you were the next victim of its tricks? What if, like these unfortunate souls, you too lost your mind and found yourself trading what you hold most precious for some mirage? Have the craftsmen of The Reconquest managed to truly tame, as they claim, the Glint Passage? Will the shutters of this artery remain closed or will they open to reveal images that could shake your reason? Can you manage to leave this neighborhood without wondering if you have not become an illusion yourself, a simulacrum?