Warning: I describe some Buddhist ideas of hell. Imagery can be disturbing to some.
Sulfuric fumes lay thick upon the senses. The smell of rotting eggs wrapped around my head in an intoxicating embrace.
Before me is a landscape of jagged rock, barren and dead. Steam rises from bubbling pools of yellow water, heated from the magma below the earth, for I am, in fact, standing on an active volcano.
Crows caw and flit around the ancient temple grounds in search of scraps. Blind priestesses go into ritualistic trances as they commune with the spirits of the dead.