The End. Part 3

it's dark down here it's cold and damp but at the same time it's hot and dry the realization hits me as I walk along the burning path this isn't life nor death it isn't land nor sea it isn't nothing nor something isn't hot nor cold it's everything and it's nothing nothing here seems to be in place the sky is on the ground burning bushes growing from above the ashes floating down, not up the loudest things makes the smallest sounds instead of 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂 it's ᵇᵃⁿᵍ ᵇᵃⁿᵍ ᵇᵃⁿᵍ instead of ᵗᵃᵖ ᵗᵃᵖ ᵗᵃᵖ it's 𝙏𝘼𝙋 𝙏𝘼𝙋 𝙏𝘼𝙋 and by the time Satin appears I've already grown delirious I never knew Hell to be so wrong like a poison in your skull creeping slowly around each corner growing larger all the while until finally it takes over you lose all consciousness and suddenly you are not you anymore but you're not someone else, either you simply don't exist you're gone forever