You see, Luigi... Luigi, listen to me. These ghosts that stalk the mansion's halls, they are barely tangible. Their grip on this world is already weak. I told you that this machine turns them into portraits of themselves, but this is only a convenient explanation. The portraits are merely simulacra. Their role is to become the truth. The new truth.
Do you see now, Luigi? When a simulacrum surpasses the reality, reality ceases to have meaning. Perfect symbols, more perfect than that which they mimic. The ghosts are not destroyed, or imprisoned within the paintings, Luigi—they simply cannot continue to assert that they are real.
