In Tenebris Terrae

There exists a place beyond the threshold, buried within the invisible depths of matter.

It is neither Hell nor an end, but a space of transition —
an intermediate plane, where form ceaselessly disintegrates
to reveal what it once was.

The beings that wander there possess neither name nor function.
They are naked, for there is nothing left to wear.

Stripped of all distinction, they are rendered equal before this obscure world,
where none can pretend, nor flee from what they have become.

Their flesh, ever unstable, bears witness to the soul’s resistance against its own dissolution.

Here, judgment is not pronounced by an external entity,
but slowly, silently, it emerges from the confrontation
between memory and absent light.

For every true ascent must first pass through darkness.