Chapter 247

Sill From Dante Point of View:

There is no time here.

No morning, no dusk — just the same gray veil, thick and endless, as if the world had drowned and forgotten to stop breathing.

I do not sleep, yet I am never awake.

I do not dream, yet I see everything I wish to forget.

At first, I thought I had gone blind.

Then I realized this place had simply forgotten what light was.

It’s quiet, but not peac