The wind was blowing.
Mist was swirling.
There were also black birds that represented death chirping in the depths of the mist.
The young man and his sister fell.
It was said that falling off a cliff or jumping off a building was a marvelous way to die.
As long as a cliff or a high building was high enough and the falling time was long enough, one could experience two kinds of death simultaneously.
At first, his body fell from a high place and broke into pieces like a watermelon.
Then, his soul left his body and fell into hell.
Hell.
The boundless darkness and horror.
The flames in the darkness, the boiling pot of oil above the flames, the criminals who were soaked in blood because of the torment and looked like toads.
In a trance, Gus saw all kinds of hellish illusions.
