It was like running at full tilt into a brick wall, and it stripped the air from his lungs. In pain and fear he screamed into the darkness that enveloped him, to his friends, to his goddess, to anybody who might hear who might be able by some miracle to save him. It was to no avail, he fell seemingly forever, his body torn and bruised his mind racing in terror, unable to flee, the utter silence raging in his ears, drowning him in the absence of light and sound.
He thought he was going mad, and laughed at how absurd that might sound to somebody other than himself. He wondered if he was still alive, or in his own body, perhaps the tearing he had felt had been just that and he was now simply a tortured spirit free floating in purgatory.
He cried out again for his beloved goddess Iris, but knew somehow that he was too far from her or she too far from him. He didn't notice at first that he was no longer surrounded by pure darkness, here and there flecks of light appeared and disappeared, more and more of them flickering into life in the distance, ones closer to him sped by whilst other fainter ones lingered. Were they stars?
Perhaps he was only dreaming! He tried to shake himself awake but only succeeded in somehow twisting what must be his own body into a different angle, with the movement came the stark realization that he was himself, and he was falling towards a darkened land. Wind now streamed his mane and tail out around him and sensing a return of his power he enveloped himself in a bubble of air flowing opposite to his fall.