Inside

Because any human beings in the Furnace would have been burned into less than ashes in less than a second, we must tell this part of the story on the scale of nanoseconds. -- At this time, then, the walls began to glow orange. Shadrach and Abednego stood defiantly in the light of this scorching brick well into which they had been tumbled, waiting to be consumed, and their jaws were clenched in this time of desperate trial, and there was a loud mad rushing of flame in their ears, and everything was cruelly orange. The hard hard walls of the Burning Fiery Furnace would not melt, so the three unfortunate brothers must now be tormented to death. When they gazed at each other, their features wavered and flickered in this fatal heat that was so powerful as to glow through them so that they could plainly perceive each other's black skulls through which the orange rays streamed like light in a lantern, and the ceiling was burning them, so they bowed their heads, and the walls were burning them, so they rushed away from them, and the floor was burning them, so they lifted up their feet one after another, but none of this helped them, because the truth was that they were burning, and the interior of the Furnace was long and low like a tomb. The heat was maddening. Shadrach could not pray. -- Now the moment had come, for their beards burst into flame. And the world above them vanished like Heaven into a haze.