Esther presses herself against the stone wall, seeking to become one with the shadows. She moves carefully, as if she might be able to slip away from the notice of any others that had sought the sanctuary - the answers - of the strange place. But of course, one could not hide from whatever pulls her forward. She was but a leaf within a river, coursing through the darkness until...

Desperately, she tried to copy the words... To understand, to seek familiarity within them... Yet, they slip away from her. It frustrates her, and she suppresses a growl from deep within. It feels as if her very skull could split in two, or that her heart might simply fight its way through her chest to join the rhythm of the chant...

Flee.

She does not need to understand anything more than that, and her body responds long before her mind could comprehend. Esther did not need to even think of where to go - instinct drives her out, out, out. Even when she feels the sun and sees the light, she does not stop.