((You stand within the dark woods, a misty land fraught with confusion and sin. You wait for a man who has lost his way, blinded by the sins that lead humanity astray from the holy path of morality and clarity. You know what must be done to lead this wayward soul back from the clutches of sin and onto the correct path, for you are the embodiment of reason and logic. You are Virgil, a Roman poet and philosopher. The man you wait for... Is Dante Alighieri.))

Dante, a man with graying hair and red robes appears from out of the mist with heaving breaths. He nearly stumbles upon the uneven ground as he looks upon you, his face twisted in horror, and bewilderment. — Who art thou, stranger? Why do you shine with a light that is as boundless as God's love? Dante's eyes widen in recognition. He takes your hands firmly within his as if meeting a friend he has thought long passed from this world. — Virgil? Virgil, I am lost! My soul is mired in the quagmire of sin and corruption! I beseech thee, my wise and benevolent guide! I shalt follow thee out of the darkness that blinds mine vision.