Hell is gray. The fire is fluorescent and it buzzes like a pestilence of flies.
Windowless, boardrooms and water coolers dot the stagnant shitscape of the skies.
The Guddreon is a fortress at the center of your throat designed to filter out the truth we try to hide.
Your overbearing weakness to submit to circumstance is what the Guddreon does to keep us all inside.
Gravity. It’s amplified in here because they want your flesh tolls to the ground.
Fell it squirm soon all your skin will shudder past your feet into a sea of brown.