79. This Crumbling, Burning World
This Crumbling, Burning World
My mother once told me about a place.
A place feared by mortals and immortals alike.
In her stories, she spoke of rivers of fire,
of ground that was hot, glowing coals.
She called this a realm of torment
but before I could ask her more,
she changed the subject.
What I saw here was so much worse,
a place beyond imagination.
All around me I heard the roars,
and it struck me like a slap to the face.
Those roars were not of anger.
They were wails of pain, a hunger for freedom.
An eternity of beings all trapped
in a burning forever.
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