Misled into intense falsity of well-promised relationships, she discovers herself sinking deeper into that muddy swamp with no rescuing hand. She gasps for air, but the mud diffuses into her breathing; a thousand needles puncturing her lungs. Too late to speak, no more time for last words. Her limbs aching from panic and struggle, numbing rapidly at each tedious kick made, but still, no sign of aid. She saw shadows approaching. They walked to the borders of where she was drowning. They stood, and watched. Their faces oblivious to her yells for help, their bodies in no prompt to save her.

The piercing cries soon were silenced. People who witnessed knelt to their knees and began weeping bitterly, crying out to heavens over physical loss of a desperate friend who once needed them.