“Beware Pain,” says the Guide. “It’s made of glass: sharp and slippery.”
Few can withstand the hot burning deserts and cold burning fields of ice. From above, the land looks like fields of bruises. No one lives here, but visitors arrive to suffer. They wade in to the blood lakes and hike in to the Pain Caves. Sometimes the tunnels collapse. Some never come out.
"Being air lifted out of Pain is most wonderful,” says Miss Doe Friend. “We recovered in the Fields of Relief.”
Visitors wander the deserts of Pain in anguish. They arrive through tunnels unexpectedly.
“Many wander Pain, yet all feel alone,” says Miss Emeline Traveler. “Never, have I been more grateful for Miss Doe Friend and Amma-Pom who never let me forget they were beside me."
Razor thin walls surround the capitol Excruciating. It grips all who enter in a dimension from which they cannot escape without aid.
“Who controls Excruciating? What is their agenda?” asks Miss Doe Friend.
“It’s difficult to accept that there is nothing but blinding pain,” says Miss Emeline Traveler.
Some say they see colored lights as though they are in a cathedral, but others describe only wrinkled lines of anguish.
The demons of Excruciating hiss furiously.
“It’s a terrible place, but unforgettable,” says Miss Emeline.
Only mothers return to bear their children.
Astonishment and Nurturing lie on the other side of the Excruciating dimension.
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