Another cycle has gone.

As Dante crossed the portal that led him to the Seventh Circle of Hell, he emerged into a realm that defied all expectations. The suffocating heat and the omnipresent flames of the previous circles had vanished, giving way to a landscape even more monstrous and disturbing. Black mountains, like coal, rose up, their twisted and irregular shapes as if the very bones of the earth had been molded into grotesque towers. The sky above, a deep, distorted purple, pulsed with malevolent energy, where silent lightning cut through dense clouds filled with a nauseating miasma. The air was saturated with the odor of decay, a mix of rot and hopelessness, and the feeling of being immersed in a chronicle of imminent destruction.