The Ice

The giants set you down and there is no way back up. Four belts of ice, traitors held in it up to the face, and at the centre the thing whose wings make the wind that freezes the lake. And out of there you come «a riveder le stelle» (Inf. XXXIV 139).

Nothing is made here any more: no fire, no workbench, no material. You spend what you carried down, and it closes the machine the whole game runs on: the last circle gives you nothing and asks for nothing except what you decided on the nine floors above.

None of this chapter is built. In the code its scene is an empty string, and that alone makes it impossible to choose: it exists as a written plan, not as a place to walk. It is here because the descent ends here, and the sheet that describes it says at the top that it is not describing something that exists.