You fall, and it feels as though time itself has stopped. The air around you grows thick, heavy with the weight of your descent. The darkness consumes you, stretching endlessly, a void where nothing exists but the sensation of falling. The earth beneath seems to grow further away with every passing moment, an unforgiving abyss that you cannot escape. It's as if the world above has forgotten you, and you are left to drift in this endless plummet through the cold, empty expanse of Hell.

Every second feels like an eternity, and yet it's impossible to grasp the passage of time. The darkness around you swirls, thick and suffocating, pressing in from all sides, as if the very air itself is a punishment. There are no sounds, no echoes, only the quiet, eternal scream of isolation that surrounds you.

And then, a light, faint but unmistakable, begins to flicker in the distance. At first, it's a mere glimmer, something almost imagined, but it grows, slowly, pulling you in. The fall drags on, but now there is a sense of direction. As you approach, the flickering light reveals itself as a distant fire, burning with a cold, unnatural flame that casts shadows over the jagged terrain below.

When you finally hit the ground, it's with a force that shakes your very soul, a violent landing on cracked, blackened stone that reverberates in your chest. The landscape around you is like something from a forgotten nightmare—twisted, barren, jagged. The air is thick with the scent of brimstone, and the sky above is an endless, swirling black void, heavy with the weight of eternal suffering.