That’s just a little light show the welcoming committee uses to scare the new residents.

Once you get past registration and assignments, it’s actually palm trees, sand, and a gentle breeze.

Not that you’ll notice, as you’re dragged in chains.

Dropped into the line for your eternal punishment.

Demons sipping coffee, chatting with each other, as you wait in line for… for…

“What are we in line for?” you ask.

“We’re on break,” mumbles a demon. “Quiet.”

The line never moves, the breeze never stops.

And you wait… and wait… and wait…