charons benchy

the path is dark and the smell of iron and sulfur engulfs the air you hear thick congealed froth blurbs hit the sides of the boat as you sway the sounds of a hundred thousands distant screams and pleas saturate the area with an eerily similar sound of an orchestra of insects in the night your fate will be decided soon on this ferry ride to the one who will sort your life's fate and sentence you to the circle of your sin.created by MakeNow's CubeMe(https://makenow.crealitycloud.com)