The same thing goes for summer. I hate the heat, the bugs, the 4th of July, and the illness that comes from the heat. I'm too ■■■■■ for all that heat.『sigh』
#spring #fall

Sinners are trapped under the murky waters of the river Styx, never to see the light again. The sin of anger is being expressed. A river made of slime and mud.#never giving up

Protagonist: Oh, I see, so some people are put in that pit of smelting gold where others have to push those large weights against each other, huh? Man, I wish I had my own companion like Virgil. So I don't have to talk to myself all day.

Between those who hoarded money and those who spent it lavishly; essentially, they are condemned to fight over meaningless material possessions for eternity.

They each strove to hold as much material wealth as possible. In Hell, they are forced to push great masses of weight.Being forced to endlessly push large, heavy weights against each other, symbolizing the futile struggle for wealth and the constant conflict.

Those who were guilty of the sin of avarice, or greed, reside in the fourth circle of Hell. In life, these people hoarded money, spent excessive amounts of money, or were highly materialistic.

Protagonist: Puff, puff, wheeze. Man, I finally made it. I had to run like hell to get out of the Gluttony realm, so this is the Greed realm, huh?

This punishment is considered a "contrapasso," as it directly reflects the sin, where the gluttons are tormented by a constant, disgusting oversupply of something they once craved.

Cerberus, the guardian of the Third Circle of Hell, runs around biting and snapping at the Gluttons. When he catches them, he rips them apart. He prevents them from leaving the mire, as well.

Protagonist: What the hell!? Is that thing Cerberus? I thought it was the guard dog of the Underworld in Greek mythology. What's it doing here?

Cerberus, the three-headed dog, patrols this area, tearing apart the Gluttons and making sure they stay in the mire.

The Third Circle of Hell is covered in a disgusting-smelling mire. There is heavy rain, hail, snow, and feces falling from the sky, which blankets the sinners who are stuck crawling around in this muck.

Protagonist: Cough, cough, hack, blurtch! Goddamn, what's that smell? Uh, it smells like shit in this realm, and it's cold as hell too.

I was afraid you might hear my prayer quickly and that you might too rapidly heal me of the disease of lust, which I preferred to satisfy rather than suppress.” The man of great reason, you, had made “reason slave to appetite.

In your Confessions, you reflect upon the disorder of your love, manifested through your intense lust. You had said to the Lord in the midst of your lust, “‘Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet.’