I suppose she had a brush with death one time too many. To know the feeling of the other side. To crave it.
It's blissful peace compared to this world. To hear it's promises...
"You are tired." "Give in."
Calling like a siren's song in moments of weakness. Drawing her to it's blissful shores.
It was not easy to ignore, for she felt an outcast in this world. No wants from this life. No desires that so many others chase.
She simply existed, held in place for unknown purpose, as her ties dwindled to one primal force.
It seemed like a fragile thing, a single strand of silk, that held her in place.
Despite it's finespun appearance, its strength was enough...
For now at least. She was still here.
The strand whispered to her, countering, in harmony to the siren's call "Just hold on" "Don't give in."
What was she holding on for? What was she waiting for?