Step into the shadows of the hell house. In Limbo, your physical form is completely safe. Your spiritual life is not, not by account of God or nature. For one to save themselves from The Inferno, balance in the essence of good and evil must be obtained within the Divine Comedy. When your biological clock runs out, your spiritual presence shall take form. Should one fail to reach atonement and salvation, one shall be subjected to the most inhumane anguish of their primal subconscious desires. Some are bound to wander the Divine Comedy in parallel within their Limbo. Others manifest into ungodly phantoms which seek to gain pleasure through suffering. An uncontrollable craving to feast and gnaw on all people. Whereas the former may inherit a cold, empty reflective state, the latter possesses a state of utmost mania. Twitching, holding within an uncontrollable laughter, desperate moaning, behind large moon yellow eyes that bleed red upon attacking prey.
In the Divine Comedy, there are no rules.
There are no equals.
There is no sympathy.
There is not mercy.
Billions wander in silence.
Endless are those who lost.
One is all it takes.
Choose any color you like.