Gabriel Baccarat could see shifting shapes and colors around him, swirling like a kaleidoscope of muffled sounds and melting forms and blended smells.
There was no top. There was no bottom. Everything was all sideways.
He felt himself floating end-over-end on a liquid medium that was at times bright and at times dark. Each time he tried to open his eyes, the discombobulating images and sounds made him dizzy so he kept his eyes closed.
Gabriel didn't know how long he had existed in this medium. It seemed as if it had been awhile. He knew who he was but could not recall much. It was as if he was in a constant state of lucid dreaming.
His memories were fuzzy at best but there were a few poignant memories that kept resurfacing. One of them was of his love.
