From the golden pearls placed on its doors, my breath got cut short. Its sliver coloring shook me to my core. I saw it’d started to widen , thought I would see the world’s most beautiful garden... but instead : stood, before me a pit of fire and hell that could **** me, and melt the life I have inside of me , I saw flames that spoke to me “Ryan”
I like the contrast between the meaning of the name Ryan in different cultures ( gates to heaven hints the title ;) ) and hell .