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What I can tell you is, it's not like a Bosch painting or Rodin's gates. You will never see flames as is commonly thought. It's more like a dense fog where you will wander around forever. You will hear unintelligible voices but if you move toward those voices, they will recede from you. Did I say, there is no furniture?
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
What I Can Tell You
What I can tell you is, it's not like a Bosch painting or Rodin's gates. You will never see flames as is commonly thought. It's more like a dense fog where you will wander around forever. You will hear unintelligible voices but if you move toward those voices, they will recede from you. Did I say, there is no furniture?
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
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