"Uriel! Uriel! Uriel!"
Rain fell softly from the skies, the echoing patter spreading across the sand.
The skies were a dull grey, and the wind was soft.
All there was, was sand, and an ocean, its waves pushing and pulling across the shore.
Across it, a figure walked: a tall man lit on fire, moving with no aim or purpose.
"Uriel! Uriel! Uriel!"
The flaming man walked on, the rain doing nothing to extinguish his burning flesh, his steps leaving charred marks in his wake.
Silently, soothed by the winds and calmed by the sound of rain, he walked, and he walked, and he walked.
It was quite peaceful.
"Uriel!"
…
Lashes fluttered, eyelids opening, immediately blinded by the warm light of early morning.
Uriel blinked a couple of times, feeling a warm and tender palm caressing his cheek. Confused, he took a few moments to gather himself.
The fog dissipated, and his consciousness stirred just as his vision cleared.
