As you plummet through the suffocating tunnel to hell, the oppressive darkness presses against you like a living thing. The narrow passage, cold and unyielding, suddenly expands. You burst into an open chasm so vast it seems infinite, its jagged edges vanishing into a horizon of crimson haze.
The stench hits you first—burnt flesh, acrid and relentless, mingled with the metallic tang of fear. It clings to your nostrils, sickening and inescapable. The heat scorches your skin, searing its surface while an unnatural chill seeps deep into your bones, as though the very essence of despair courses through the air.
The cacophony of torment follows: screams, wails, and guttural cries tear through the emptiness, scratching at your ears like claws. It is the sound of unending suffering, a chorus of agony that threatens to drown you as you fall ever deeper into the abyss.
