Imagine you're standing in a field that you cannot feel, in a body you cannot sense, cannot feel, cannot smell, cannot taste or hear or see. Now imagine this field is grey, no trees whatsoever. Just an empty grey plane that stretches forever. Now imagine a dense fog, also grey, that blankets this entire world. You cannot feel it, cannot feel yourself breathing it, cannot touch it. Finally, imagine the slightest hint at something drifting fluidly through this fog, but always seen just barely from the corner of your eye. You turn your head, but this presence is still hovering at just the corner. Now imagine more of them, around you on all sides, above and below as well. These specters make no sounds, do not disturb the fog in any way. But there are sounds that play within your mind. Sounds of the past, of every wrong that you have committed, endlessly playing over and over. Sometimes you notice one of the specters has a recognizable face, a face of a victim, or a loved one lost to tragedy. But you cannot call out to them. You are forever haunted by your memories of the past. You are forever lost in the endless grey of the present. You know there is no hope for the future.
You are in hell.