When you hit it, the dry dirt crumbles away just enough to let you crawl through, apparently having been worked at with the lotus roots throughout, and you find a small alcove on the other side, about ten feet long and four feet wide. In it sits a coffin, open and empty, and a Very Familiar woman who is dressed in victorian funerary garb sitting next to it, gazing at youwith a sad, gentle smile. She has blonde hair tidily bound back in a ponytail, except for two twin segments of her bangs hanging over her ears. Her fingers are dirty; it seems like she's the one who had been scratching at the other side. She's smiling, but there are tear tracks on her face.

"Are you lost?" she asks, in a soft, sad voice. "There's nothing down this way any more. You'll be better off finding things the other ways. Oh, but if you're looking for a part of me, I can give you one. Is that why you're here?"

She doesn't seem to recognize you.