It was cold, a feeling of emptiness inside him. From what he could discern, there was barely any minimal lighting, and the floor was made of cold concrete. There were no guards, something that struck him as odd, considering he appeared to be walking around inside of some dungeon. He could hear small cries, small mewling sounds as someone was struck with what sounded like a whip of some description. However, it sounded decidedly feminine and not masculine, a woman prisoner being tortured perhaps?
Gabriel inched closer, feeling strange. He seemed to be transparent as he glanced down at himself, as though he blended completely in with his surroundings. When he tried to touch anything, his hand went completely through it. That was enough for him to realize this was a dream and nothing more,
