Walking through Hell
A place of eternal fire. Where the skies themselves burn. Deformed, mutated, horrific creatures walk the ground, and walk the sky, and walk the very river made way by the blood of their victims.
Me, a infinite amount of helpless, useless me's. Surrounding them lies living memories, my best memories, most fond memories given physical manifestation to be defiled and devoured by creatures of my nightmares and beyond.
The ground and the sky fill with the ruins of not only buildings and the never ending desecration of my bodies and memories, lie the the worst of all. My hopes, my dreams, my goals, past and present, are being dispatched, ravaged by my regrets, my failures, my heartbreaks. All I can do is walk past, watch, and listen as all this goes around me.
I then come a wooden rope bridge going almost perfectly vertically up, at the end of this bridge lies a tunnel of clocks, each ticking against each other, each reading a different time. At the end of this tunnel lies my goal. Him. A ma