But for Anna, on her own strange journey, this is far from the case.
She could not hear the sound herself; she felt it, a violent expulsion of air from the very depths of her lungs and a bright expanse of red that scraped her throat just as raw.
And when she realised she was screaming, she knew that she was lost.
She did not know how such a thing could have happened — she would have sworn that she had followed the song exactly, had almost perfectly matched its pace, with no indications that she had made a misstep or that the song itself had lead her at all astray. She had not fallen and had not stumbled, despite the weakness and dizziness that still clouded her brain.
The song had guided her faithfully, and she had followed, and she could not imagine that after everything, it would now allow her to fall.