From this existence, I am hanging merely by a string. A string that keeps me intact, a string that keeps me from falling. This string, it is small. And I am hanging by it, merely a string. I look around, and there is nothing to break my fall. There is no ledge to cling to. The top, it is out of reach. Around me, there are no walls. There is only down. Down. Down. Down. There is down, and that is all there is. I want to break this string. It is slowly becoming weaker, and I am watching. Helplessly, I watch as my fall approaches. Can't I just speed up the process? But a string, it is stronger than it seems. It does not just break, merely a string, it is still strong. This string, it may last. It may hold all of this weight. Or it may come crashing down. This string, it is strong and will not break at will.