It has now been 134 years that you have been wandering pointlessly in the infernal meanders. Reminiscing what could have altered your fate here below, you remember this moment when, at the conclusion of an orgy, the Nun of Hell held out her hand to you. What did she want from you ? Since then, you have never heard of her again and will never know.

With a slight twinge in your heart, you imagine that is is back then that everything had been decided. Since then indeed, no sign of the Nun, but no new turn in your destiny either. You have met again and again myriads of demons and damned that you met formerly.

By excess of pride, you sank into vanity. And true greatness evaded you...

Noticing that you were on your own, that you had made your way alone, you dug your heels in this fact and looked away from the Nun's glance.
Sure, you are nobody's subordinate. You are your own master... However, as you run your eyes over this crowd of damned who bow under the big whip volleys dealt by a toothless and obese bald man whose belly drops over his brass belt, you nearly regret not to benefit from this brutish torturer's attentive care.

Consumed by vanity, overwhelmed with solitude and indifference to others, you end up merging entirely into the scenery.

You take refuge under a row of horned caryatids whose locks drop as stalactites on the lintel supporting them. Side by side with your eternity sharing buddies, your body congeals into grey marble, breath leaves it and mineral cold spreads through it. Now you have no more destiny than stone does. Only the winds of Hell will, as millenniums go by, erode your embossments. With your shoulders bound to the lintel, your anatomy set into the wall, here you are, joined with a row of atlantes, as indifferent to pain as you are alike to the eyes of the people passing by.

You became invisible to others with the passing of these years that you have stopped counting. You used to be someone to them...

But that was such a long time ago. Nowadays, your eyes of stone do not meet any other glance anymore.