I have ingested disproportionate quantities of liquid pitch... then I allowed myself to be sucked into a loop of black holes.
My soul is tarred. The synapses have collapsed and the senses slow down immensely.
It's like finding yourself in a limbo. Desolation.
No Paradise, no Hell, no Purgatory.
It's a dimension where darkness reigns supreme.
Dust rains from the sky... a demonic entity named "Angoscia" kidnaps me, hiding me under its boundless cloak.
We walk together among the ruins of ancient abbeys... thus it sings its ascetic chant.
Abstract and transcendental.