"Sanctuary" (?)

"A familiar sound made him open them. A sound he had not heard in a while. A familiar scent filled the air. A scent he missed. He looked around but he could not see where they could be coming from. Rosie was still asleep so he decided to leave the house in search of these familiar yet unknown mysteries. The young doctor opened the front door and he could not see the path he had trailed a few hours ago or the green and golden fields that had dazzled him just a while ago.
He was no longer standing on the house’s doorstep, he was at the top of a cliff, facing the ocean. However, he only saw the ocean’s bottom, there was no water, only a vast extension of dark sand. He could still hear that noise and feel that scent, but he knew what they were now: the sound of the waves and the water’s salty perfume. But how could he sense something that he could not see?

“I lost my heart, I buried it to deep, under the iron sea.”

The sound seemed to come from above, so he looked towards the sky. There were no clouds, there was no sun or stars, there was no moon. Only a grey agitated mass glided where the heavens should be.
Suddenly he realised what it was...
- “No...” – he whispered to the winds.
There they were, the water, the salt, the waves, floating in midair.
Although it was high above him he could see that the sea was not calm, it seemed to be fustigated by a storm.
The young doctor noticed that the waves were almost being blown apart by the heavy winds that inhabited those heights. Or perhaps they were the ones who were agitating the wind.
He felt a drop hit his forehead, and another. All of a sudden the ocean started to fall and the waves were getting louder and louder. He was going to drown, there was no escape.
The massive mass of water and salt hit him and pushed him down the cliff. He could feel himself falling and floating at the same times in the water. He was twirling and falling, the waves were playing with him, he was not sure if he would drown before hitting the dark sand below. The young doctor was trapped in a grey whirlpool, destined to hit the darkness that awaited him further. His last breath left his mouth.

“I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side”
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in "Sanctuary" de José Trindade (eu)