Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Hell is other people. Focus on the within, like a solitary mirage of a temple, invincible and unreachable, airy and spacious, but built for one.
You are here now, part of the mirage, on a plane of existence so fluid and intangible that nothing in the world beyond can reach it. You are far away from everyone and everything that could ever hurt you. You are floating with the wind, your mind itself a mountain plateau of swirling crosswinds, light, effortless, and timeless. You’re free. You’re ok.