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.