As I thought about moving to a specific place, I'd instantly appear there. It wasn't like walking - it felt more like a force pulling me. It happened the moment I thought about it, almost as if my thoughts directly controlled my movements.
When I arrived back at the cave, I noticed a man who stood out. He was slowly stepping side to side, almost like a dance. At first, I thought he was enjoying himself, but then I realized he wasn't. He was in torment - his suffering seemed internal, something I couldn't see but could sense. His gaze toward me felt like a silent cry for help, though there were no words. It was as if his very expression spoke of his pain, yet we couldn't interact or communicate in any way.
The fear within me grew even stronger. I kept thinking, What am I doing here? Why am I in this place? Then a terrifying thought hit me: Am I dead? Is this hell? My mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening.
How did I end up here? What happened to me? Those questions echoed in my mind. At that moment, I wasn't even thinking about God, my faith, or my belief in Jesus Christ. I was consumed by fear, confusion, and disbelief.
I thought, But I'm a Christian. Why would I be in hell? Is this my judgment? These thoughts didn't ease my fear; they only made it worse. It wasn't just confusion - it was a crushing, suffocating combination of fear and despair.
Even though I had the knowledge that I was in hell, I kept asking myself why. I knew it, yet I couldn't stop questioning it. The fear never left; it was constant and overwhelming. It felt like I was trapped in a moment where time stretched endlessly, and every sense was heightened to an unbearable degree.
Looking at the man in torment deepened my panic. I knew that everyone in that place was in hell, and the realization intensified my fear. It was like my very being was consumed by terror, making it impossible to think clearly or find hope.
Desperate to escape, I started searching for an exit. I wanted to get as far away as possible from the people there and the overwhelming sense of dread. I felt out of place, like I didn't belong there. But I couldn't find a way out, no matter where I turned.