[Gabriel POV]
My eyes fell heavy over their container, a weight that, akin to excalibur, could not be lifted, not by me. Nor by those that were not worthy. I struggled, I raged, I felt the air of consciousness on my tongue.
But before the spell cast upon me, there was no cure, merely a melody. One that sang throughout my mind. An echo that told of nothing but sweet lullabies, a beacon for both sleep and wake.
I tried to grasp that feel, to take it into my own hands and wake up, but it did not work. At least for the first moment, but then another passed. And like sand, grains that fell no matter how hard I tried, yet with the proper container, easy to carry. It finally happened, with time and preparation.
I pulled myself from that ethereal dream that held some sort of illusory influence over my psyche.
