The one that shouted love at the end of heaven

You are in Limbo. At the edge of the blood sea, where the horizon melded with the scarlet sky, you look up. God. Three heads, eye-less being stare at you, uncloud by hate. Far away is a giant human face, covered by the blood of sea, hovering above the water desperately breathing in the fog that roll and roll on the water surface. The humming of the bridge beneath beckons you to keep moving, to the swing at the end of the bridge. Maybe the swing will shield you from the prying gaze of them, maybe not. But you are in here, and there are no turning back. Relax, you are in heaven.