Waterfall Dancer

All could be heard is the defining sound of gasping and leaves and little twigs on the ground being smashed under her bare feet.
Fog has become dense enough to limit the vision length to absolute nothing. Her feet might be bleeding, but she ignores the agony and keeps on running. She, for sure is lost and knew she might have been running in circles for the whole time, she might be even getting closer instead of getting distance, but she continues. She looks back again keeping on running and trying to clear her way by turning her hands around, in random directions like she is fighting an invisible extremely quick monster, or like a little kitten playing with an annoying fly.
She taps on her side pocked to see her treasure is safe. It seems fine.