[he heads back to the beautiful lush valley that he knows is an illusion with a coffin in it in truth. he ignores the scenery and goes straight to the cliff. this, at least, he assumes is close enough to reality. he's seen and heard enough references to falling through all of this.

he puts a hand on it. he tilts his head up to see how it apparently continues up forever, with no discernable end to its face. he traces an array into the rock with a torn fingertip, leaving the faintest blood trail behind.]

Open.