Unconscious, illusions, intuition
The spirits fill the large room, their loud wails bouncing off of the stone. The woman stares at the ghostly gathering before closing her eyes and moving forward. There are hundreds of spirits here, but she only seeks a particular one and it’s impossible to see it in the group. She trusts that her other senses will guide her.
She smiles tightly as she hears a particular scream. She would recognize her husband’s voice anywhere. Reaching into her robe, she retrieves a small bag of ingredients. This purgatory is too good for him. It’s time to send him to Hell.