Lightning flashes across the dark sky, thunder soon following, covering even the loud sound of the rain hitting the ground. Not so far away, a faint sound of waves crashing against a rock wall.
Lighting flashes again, and briefly illuminates a slim figure slumbering down a small hill, more or less following a sinuous dirt road; not so far away, at the end of the dirt road (now a muddy road, under the incessant rain), the lighting also illuminates a modest-sized stone building. The bell-tower at the top of the building, and the decorative cross at its length, clearly sets it as a monastery, standing still under the torments of the sky. And upon seeing its silhouette, the figure on the muddy road, a woman in her early forties, finally give herself a pause in her frantic running; for the silent monastery not only stills the torments of the sky, but momentarily stills the torments inside the woman's spirit.
A creak of a nearby tree branches makes the woman jump in fear, and she resume runn