The waves crashed on the sharp rocks at the bottom of the mountain. The sudden urge to jump overcame his body.
"If you wish to get out of the outside dream you must jump. The only way out is off the edge" Said the voice.
"Wait, hold on a minute." He reverted.
The rocks started crumbling underneath his feet. He began to descend to his eminent doom until he caught onto the edge of the mountain.
"If you wish to hold on, then there is no saving you, even if you fall to your own death." Echoed the voice.
His grip slipped as the only ground he had in his hand distorted and vanished before his eyes... he fell head first to his death.
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