His limbs, though heavy and uncooperative, continued to flail instinctively, driven by an animalistic urge to survive. But the unseen currents that wrapped around him like tendrils of shadow only increased his sense of disorientation. He could feel the water swirling around him, cold and uncaring, a force of nature that neither knew nor cared about his struggle.
Desperation clawed at him as the realization sank in that he was utterly alone in this vast, hostile environment. The isolation was profound, a deep-seated loneliness that gnawed at his spirit. He was cut off from everything familiar, adrift in an alien world where the normal rules of life no longer applied. The ocean's depths were a realm unto themselves, governed by forces and creatures beyond his understanding.
