It was already midnight when she realized that He had overtaken her. It was dark and cold: He covered all the moonlight, and cold blew from His mouth. Despite the apparent warmth emanating from Him, whole his nature made anyone "tremble."
Why was She afraid of him? Was he stronger? More? Maybe faster? Not at all! Worst of all was the realization of the fact that he was smarter, more cunning, more resourceful, that your whole life had been reduced to the one and last mistake.
No exit. Nowhere to run. There is only one way out: to wake up. To spin around on your axis, fall into unconsciousness, fall onto your back and drown in a dream. In the endless circle of "life"