The world is silent and for the first time she truly hears. The illusion falls away. She is naked, stripped of all sense of pretense, suffering, desire, and all the selfish reflections of her past life.
It is silent, black and endless. The world is nothing and everything around her-- and she finally understands.
No secret can escape Truth. It doesn't matter whether someone else knows it or not; it doesn't matter if anyone knows it or not. It exists, and it's very existence makes it real. In the end, there is only Truth, and this she understands.
But she will hold their secrets, none the less. It matters naught to her. In the end, none of it really does.