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Clothing? In most sectors, including this very layer, the ethereal body itself emits tissues: We use as our temporary clothes, for instance: in the worlds of Enlightenment, a.k.a Heaven, They look beautiful and luminous, like they should accordingly be, but when it comes to the layers of purgatory,

The defectiveness of creativity, related to its inhabitants, can produce only ethereal rags and rubbish.

3.0

If someone's conscience is not yet cleansed, he is doomed to pass on to the next layer by feeling This process as a sudden and frightening downfall resembling a quagmire sucking him in: Firstly his legs, then his torso, and finally his head all slowly disappear, until the body reaches a place

Of black fumes, in which there are embedded black-and-mirror reflections of great cities of Earth.

3.1

This layer, like each of the purgatories, has no space length; therefore, there is no sun, no moon, No stars in the cursed world, the sky itself is perceived as a solid body shrouded by constant night

Some objects shine by themselves, so does the ground, it looks frightening, as if it is soaked in blood,

There is an only one dominating color seen, a dark purple also called infrared part of the spectrum.

3.2

The appearance of those, fallen into this world, resembles to some extent shapes of wretched dwarves:

The humanity of these forms becomes too ugly and miserable, and growth is rather reduced Movements are intentionally slowed down, no material replacing clothes, their bodies do not emit tissues to do so

In other words: no more clothing, which was put on them before, only helpless nudity that reigns.

3.3

One of the main agonies applied to this demonic layer is a sense of the greatest shame ever felt As well as an impotent contemplation of one’s own misery, and the third torment of those poor souls Is the biggest fear generated by the presence of other creatures, predators with demonic nature: Called Volgrami, their mission is a continuous hunting of the ugly dwarves, who were once humans.

3.4

In some places of the landscape, on the ground surface, there are bright holes like huge rotten spots,

These are shine of another deeper layer, where everything is rotting, but which never dies until the end

Men consume themselves with great sad and regret, their ethereal bodies become a sort of crap Movements are extremely limited while small humanoid demons are slowly devouring them.

3.5

On the next layer, the main torture is felt as self-cannibalism, in other words, it is like the suffering of cholera

This is thought to be the very last layer, the landscapes of which roughly, but do resemble those

Of our earthly towns; the last three and deepest purgatories are ruled by angels of darkness No more urbane vision and human-like appearance, those, who are down there, do not even deserve it.

3.7

The first of these layers is a slow stream, moving through an inexpressible and most gloomy world With a prisoner standing under the high arch, it is difficult to understand the origins of the half-light, Lifeless and colorless space, the smallest rain drops, sifting down on the flow, boil on the surface Ethereal clothes do not torment, as the soul itself is of a degraded ethereal body like smoky-brown tufts.

3.8

The mouth of the stream is seen very close to the flow, the world is breaking off at the exit a bit further on,

The water does not drain into anything, however; all is dissolving into the grey emptiness of pointless

No body can persist out there; there is no hint of any soil or medium, but a spark of consciousness This is the layer of absolute il usion of terrible nothingness for those, who were once unbelievers.

3.9

The longing voluntarily leaves giving way to anxiety, he feels something leading him somewhere,

Resembling moving straight down or sideways, when total lack of any guidance and advice Cannot help him understand, whether he is supposed to fall down slowly or fall with great speed

Only the inner sense cries much louder than any evidence of logic, but even this cannot save him.

4.0

Finally he realizes, this is the irresistible fall straight into the red-hot, silent, as if – composed of iron - sea

The downward moving is rapidly increasing, so he touches its red-hot surface and is slowly immersed By its environment, the agony is, except for the suffering of the burning flesh; a horror of sinking into eternal

Torture, the most terrible aspect of such sinking is that this subsidence seems to him as irreversible.

4.1

Some might be wondering what, for instance, happen in the afterlife to those, who once preferred

To pass by their own hand, they are said to reside somewhere at the middle layer being fil ed with Clammy fog, total loneliness and the saddest of all senses, such men have to experience their moment alone

Moreover, such a lonely wandering lasts until their earthly lifetime would come to a natural end.

4.2

After this time-lag period is over, their Karmic duties wil finally call on them by assigning for treatments,