Gale didn't fight; he allowed the experience to go on an on for what seemed like hours of blissful peace. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell down his cheeks. As he stood motionless on the shore, it was as if unseen hands untwisted the knot of emotions in his chest that he had carried for so many years. All the anger for his father's death, his hatred towards the world and his fear of dying--all began to melt and leave him. Gale could not understand what was happening. He felt as if the heat of the summer sun was gently warming him. Is this some kind of sorcery? he though to himself, half-dreaming.