An Auditorium of Green Glass

Hell burns a new wing, expanding lustful yearnings of friendly strategies, priced to human needs; smiling to red ribbons in epic proportions of sinful shoppers and brimstone to diabolical convictions, dependent and dim in a self-inflicted loss of dignity. Souls hunting for bargains and devilish designs, proclaiming in white marble and interior consumers; clattering of hard feet against the solid marble, already turning grey in a gentle lullaby for those behind and limited by their function in ambiguous brimstone. The heat was agonizing as white marble was no more through the thick layer of lifeless ashes and dry dirt; the air filled with music at unbearable volumes as credit cards lay melted around the pavement, tossed around on the floor by dry, hot winds. Some still endured but gave up to the poisonous air and the heat, leaving their empty shells behind in terminals and worthless vouchers at arrogant expense; a pillar on each side of the jewel-in-crested door, unified in the tiresome task of hideously fluorescent light.