It seems unbelievable, but right in front of me is death, dressed in its finest clothes. In the end, that wasn't what it wanted; it's simply reclaiming me from this earthly life. Fear overwhelms me; there's only bone, blood, shadows with cries of lament. I take my hand, a portal opens to the infamous, but now I ask, who will notice if this is my hell? But death is my shadow; it has always been by my side.
[Like the guardian of time, I have no words for this darkness. There's a great ridge and much to walk; it seems like an endless path. There are many souls. I must cross a bridge with great chains filled with fire. There's a specter with a leather scroll naming those who pass through that horrible place. Beneath this bridge, there's a river of reddish-green color with many bodies weeping and screaming pleas as if in torment. How will my journey end? I don't know yet.