I never thought that one day, I would experience death myself. It wasn’t just a strange dream or a tired hallucination – I was really dead, or at least my soul had left my body. It all started strangely: a sharp pain in my chest, a howling wind in my ears, and immediately I fell into a dark abyss with no way out.
I thought I would see light at the end of the tunnel, angels with white wings welcoming me. But no. Instead, I fell into a terrifying place: hell. A land that smelled of sulfur, fire burned brightly underfoot, and screams echoed everywhere. I trembled, walking among the bumpy streets where sinful souls were being tortured in all kinds of ways.
And then, in the midst of that chaotic crowd, I saw a face so familiar it was unbelievable – the Pope. Yes, it was the Pope I had seen on television, standing on the balcony of St. Peter’s Basilica, waving his hands to bless millions of believers. He wore a white vestment, but now it was scorched, his once gentle face was full of pain and remorse. I was speechless.
How could a symbol of faith and virtue be here? Why was the representative of God on earth condemned like a common sinner? That question echoed in my head, relentlessly.
I moved closer, ignoring his hoarse screams. Each step seemed to sink deeper into the burning mud of the ground. When he was only a few steps away, his eyes met mine. It was no longer the kind gaze I had known – but a gaze heavy with despair, as if begging for a chance, an explanation.
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Suddenly, none other than a strange creature – with giant bat wings and blood-red eyes – approached us. It roared, its voice piercing to the soul:
"You want to know the truth? Follow me."
With no other choice, I followed it. We crossed rivers of blood, passed through thorny forests soaked in blood, and came to a giant mirror. The creature pointed:
"All sins are kept here."
I looked into the mirror, and images began to appear. No one could have imagined what I saw: secret deals, political decisions, cover-ups of the world's crimes in the name of "faith." The Pope, once hailed as a "modern saint," was also human – and his mistakes, the hidden compromises between power and morality, had dragged him down to this abyss.
I felt my heart constrict. The world I once believed in, the symbols I once admired, turned out to be full of lies. The shock was so strong that it brought me to my knees. I realized: in death, the truth is no longer hidden. In this place, every soul faces its own nakedness.
However, the biggest shock was still ahead.
While I was still immersed in horror, the strange creature turned to look at me, smiling horribly:
Now it's your turn.
I screamed, denied, struggled. But it was useless. The giant mirror changed its image - this time, it was me. The small mistakes I had forgotten, the hypocrisy, selfishness, the betrayals of others' trust... all appeared one by one, without missing a single detail. Each piece of memory was like a knife, cutting into my soul.
At that moment, I understood: no one is completely pure. No “greatness” is immune to falling. Even I, horrified by this scene, was no better. Hell is not only for the “obviously evil”; it opens its arms to anyone who harbors even the smallest lie.
At the moment when I was most desperate, a ray of light suddenly shone down. An angel appeared, without flashiness, without loud music. The angel said only one sentence:
“You still have a chance, if you dare to change.”
I felt as if I was lifted by an invisible hand. In a split second, I jumped up, opened my eyes in the emergency room. The sounds of machines, the doctor’s artificial respiration rang in my ears. I was alive again.
But my mind was no longer the same. The image of the Pope, the example of sin, the screams of the soul... all seemed to be burning in my head. I understood that life is not just about "living" - but living right, living truly, living so that when we close our eyes, we do not have to fear what we leave behind.
From that day on, I changed completely. I apologized to those I had hurt, I openly accepted responsibility for my mistakes, and most importantly - I lived each day as if it were my last.
Because I know: hell is not a fairy tale to scare children. It exists, right in our minds. And if we are not careful, one day, it will swallow us up - no matter how high we once stood.
