One night, Raphael decided to take an exuberant stroll around a very beautiful garden or in other words, embark on an formidable odyssey. The garden, comprising solely of fruitful facets of nature, was indeed very captivating to the eye. One might even infer that the garden is virtually priceless, that it requires no introduction. One glance at the garden is enough to instill in the witness an vivacious aesthesis that is perhaps impossible to explain. The boundaries of the garden were perfectly coated with electromagnetic ligaments made out of metal. Raphael, speaking earnestly, is a very intelligent man. But at that night, his hands were weightless. To get around the weightlessness, he brought with himself some support consisting of a place to rest the pedal on for the act of propelling spatially higher. As he entered the garden, he was petrified rather than astonished. Thirty minutes later, his hands were surrounded with metallic loops.
What happened to Raphael?