On the side of the river walking some dreams come to him as he falls asleep on a stone.
The stone talks roughly to him on his dreams while he tries to comprehend.
Waking up he sees a hand awaiting his, but there's no arm or body to see.
He takes the hand and complies with her movement to follow her.
First a smelly swamp and then a dark lake. Days after he measures the dry horizon
and feels thirsty as a snake. No water, no food - death resting beside him.
When even days turned into nights he swallowed a cockroach and another day he went. 
Finally struggling to accompany the hand he gave up his legs and gave his knees to the ground.
The hand pushed him around, touched the most sensible and intimate parts of him
but no response. He survived two days on the floor alone, the hand to find help on
the unknown. Finally she came and brought the river for him to drink and swim,
dive and shower. He felt alive again and happy.
This path continued till he passed away, being that whenever he couldn't the hand
would be there for him.