There was no sunlight in the deeper levels of Hell. Yet, there was no worry that you wouldn't be able to see anything around you. That was because the dead wouldn't need eyes to see what was around them. Souls had true vision that could see the reality around them even if they didn't have physical light.
In this pitch-black world, if one closed their eyes and opened their heart, this world would show you its true form that shocked all the dimensional visitors.
At every moment, this sunless pitch-black land was trembling. However, this was no catastrophe, but rather the tempo of life. It was as if the land was a sleeping giant beast, with the trembles being the beast's breathing and heartbeat.
That's right – this world was alive. It was breathing, moving, and growing.
