I dwell in the Platinum Dunes beyond the Silver Sea. Under the black sky I lay, staring up at the many gleaming eyes of the demons, as they, in return, stare back. Staring, they are, with a never ending amusement as they chuckle and snort at my failures. The low, rumbling chuckle which comes deep from within the bellies of the beasts signifies their amusement at my damnation. They begin their spitting on top of me. Occassionally they smile a gruesome, menacing smile that is full of malice which is shown through the flashing streaks of light that come rapidly and go just as hastily. Their smiles are followed by the deafening claps as if the demons are banging their open palms on a table top made of solid bone. The spitting faulters a bit but continues in only a lessened degree for a while before it finally stops completely. Everything around is left with a wet, shiny coating that will remain present for some time.
     I eventually am allowed to drift into a faint slumber that lasts the length of the night. I am always awakened by the scorching heat of a beautiful blue day sky. It would almost seem as if this beauty brings with it a salvation-- that is not so, however. For this beauty is a deadly one, full of pain and agony, much like that of the night with its demons.
     The singular scorching eye that forever rests in the blue sky stares at me with its flaming, orange iris and seemingly calm, white pupil. It is always showing its disapproval of my humanity in the most exquisite but painful ways imaginable. It bakes my humanly flesh to a red, smoldering blister of pain. When it is finished baking my outmost layer of skin it allows it to peel away, revealing the fresh, pink youth beneath. With each layer of skin that is peeled away, the pain worsens-- it grows more and more intense with each shedding.
     At the end of the day, the scorching eye retreats across the sky and disappears behind the crest of the sphere on which I dwell in beautiful solitude.
     It is quite a remarkable thing how exquisitely and intricately the punishments I undergo are carried out. The beauty they have about them makes me blush, for I had not known anyone would spend such effort in the beautification of my damnation.
     I live this Beautiful Agony everyday without cease, yet I never grow tired of it. It is always a delight to witness such beauty. This beauty which is bestowed upon me, day in and day out, is magnificent, though, I cannot recall how many days or how many nights have come to pass since my arrival in these dunes. I sit here for eternity to make payment for my sins. I am and always will be the forgotten man that dwells in the Platinum Dunes beyond the Silver Sea.