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A towering, ancient gate to the underworld looms in the distance, carved from dark, weathered stone, its presence ominous and unyielding. Before the gate flows an endless river of tormented souls, winding through the desolate, rocky landscape in an S-shape, adding a dynamic, sinuous movement to the scene. Each soul glows with a ghostly, haunting white light, their expressions twisted in eternal despair and agony. The river is engulfed in an ethereal, divine fire—both white-hot and streaked with deep, fiery oranges and reds, flames that burn with the cleansing fury of heaven itself, lit by God’s own hand. This holy fire consumes the souls as they drift helplessly toward the gate, their path lit with a mix of celestial blue and searing, golden-orange heat. Above, ominous clouds churn, casting dark shadows over the landscape, while the burning river of souls creates a radiant contrast against the forbidding night. Embers rise from the flames, glowing like sparks of divine retribution, while hints of torchlight flicker from within the towering gate’s openings, illuminating the dark stone with an unsettling, otherworldly glow