The world was shattering, the sky was falling, the earth was spinning in circles. All I knew was that my mind was numb and my lungs were burning for air as I ran, tripping and sprawling over the loose hem of my gown. People stared in alarm as I raced down the streets, but I could barely see them. Everything was black, I couldn’t think straight, but I had to keep moving.
Once I reached the town square I knew that the edge of the forest was not far off, and sure enough the houses and churches began to fade into wilderness. I sprinted along the dirt trail with heavy footsteps, exhaustion slowly increasing. People were yelling after me, calling my name, and I struggled to block the sound and keep the dizzying images from clouding my sight. But soon I had veered off the trail, and I was disappearing into a labyrinth of trees, bushes, and wildflowers. I was running with every ounce of my strength, and yet every stride was draining my energy away. It felt like hours later before I finally collapsed onto the ground, panting, with my heart hammering rapidly in my chest.