She sighed. Her decrepit appearance was, actually, going from translucent to entirely transparent. She glared at her hooves, through which she could easily examine the pebbles upon the granite cave floor. she gasped, the best a spirit could, and shied away from whatever called her. but it was getting so difficult. she gazed at the ground, a single tear slipping from her cheek, before she glared up with a defiant vengeance, a rebelliousness to her plight. she spoke with a venomous edge.

Hold me now.

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinkin'

Maybe six feet ain't so far down.


Never before had she spoken anything so truthful, for she was slipping, slipping into oblivion, and she was spiritless, nothing to guide her.