It was a long dream. Or rather, it felt like a long nightmare in which Gabriel felt as if he was drowning.
In the nightmare, he tried to get out of the water but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't succeed. He kept failing again and again.
It was as if a strange force kept pulling him down into the ocean, trying to bury him in the depths of the unknown.
He was suffocating. Each breath felt like a struggle.
He didn't know how long he had resisted with all his might. A day? A week? A month? A year? Or centuries?
He felt like he was never going to escape this ocean. He was going to be buried here.
However, as he was about to drown after struggling for an eternity, he noticed a hand that was reached out towards him.
He couldn't see the face of the person who extended their hands. Still, he reached out and grabbed on to that hand which was his last hope.