If anywhere could be so bleak it must be the cold hells. And again, a
place where the beings dwelling therein cannot die, yet they feel the
agonies of being frozen solid. Even their blood and other liquids in
their bodies freeze once they have seeped through their cracked open
skin.

Imagine a vast frozen whirlpool of solid ice incalculable in depth.
Once in every vast stretch of time a crack may form in the ice near
the rim, and in falls a being, spontaneously taking rebirth there.
The crack quickly closes, sealing, entombing, and the pool rotates
just a tiny fraction. And this is in the midst of a vast ice field.

All the way down to the dark icy depths of solid ice are sealed
within countless immobilized beings, frozen solid. Yet each one is
alive.

May the heat of the hot hells melt the ice of the cold hells, and the
resulting melt waters cool the hot hells, soothing and liberating
countless beings from their indescribable suffering. And may such
places become, via the now refreshing melt waters, like green and
fertile lands of peace and prosperity!

TIM