God cursed upon you, and you were sent to the 67th circle of hell.

You were trapped in silence, darkness and uncertainty encumbering you,

you can't even feel the floor on your feet, but you certainly are mobile and not falling.

You long for an exit; may it be even a speck of light, knowing in a place like this, such things are unattainable.

As you tread on continuously, blindly leading yourself deeper in this cold and pitch dark place, you soon begin to realize that one thing is certain:

you are not alone down here.

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