I regret to inform you, Elizabeth, that I must interject at this juncture, assuming you can even recall that name. However, it's imperative to clarify that you've been grossly misled. Your presence here does not signal the receipt of any benevolent offering, nor are you beckoned by the person you presume to be summoning you. In actuality, you have been beckoned, but not as solitary individuals. No, indeed. All of you have been summoned to this place—a perplexing labyrinth of sensory experiences, replete with sounds and fragrances, cunningly misleading pathways, and ill-fated occurrences. This labyrinth boasts no discernible exit, and the maze within it holds no coveted reward. Astonishingly, you remain oblivious to your entrapment, ensnared in an unending cycle, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood.
Your relentless pursuit of the heart-wrenching cries of unseen children echoes through the unseen chambers of this dread-filled realm. Always so tantalizingly close, yet perpetually beyond your grasp. Regrettably, none among you will ever apprehend them. This is where your narrative reaches its inexorable conclusion.
As for you, intrepid volunteer, who stumbled upon this job listing clearly never intended for your perusal, there was an escape route designed specifically for you. However, I am under the distinct impression that this is not what you desire. It seems you find yourself exactly where you wish to be.
I, too, remain present and nearby, an indelible specter. This place, this malevolent locale, shall fade into obscurity, and the memories of the events that initiated this ordeal can finally commence their gradual descent into oblivion, as the anguish of every tragedy should.
To you, the wretched entities ensnared within these winding corridors, I implore you to be still and relinquish your tormented spirits. They do not rightfully belong to you. For most, I believe a semblance of peace, perhaps even warmth, awaits beyond the dissipating haze. Alas, for one among you, the most profound abyss of damnation has yawned wide, poised to engulf you whole. Do not tarry; do not keep the Devil waiting, old friend.
My dear daughter, if you can hear these words, I knew you would return. Your inherent nature is to shield the innocent, and I am sorry that on that fateful day when you were cast aside and left to wither, no one extended their arms to lift you up as you did for others. And what transpired thereafter? I should have foreseen that you, my daughter, could never be content to simply vanish. I could not rescue you then, but allow me to rescue you now. It is time for you to rest, as well as those you cradled in your embrace.
This is the end, the ultimate termination of all our narratives. We cease communication.
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I regret to inform you, Elizabeth, that I must interject at this juncture, assuming you can even recall that name. However, it's imperative to clarify that you've been grossly misled. Your presence here does not signal the receipt of any benevolent offering, nor are you beckoned by the person you presume to be summoning you. In actuality, you have been beckoned, but not as solitary individuals. No, indeed. All of you have been summoned to this place—a perplexing labyrinth of sensory experiences, replete with sounds and fragrances, cunningly misleading pathways, and ill-fated occurrences. This labyrinth boasts no discernible exit, and the maze within it holds no coveted reward. Astonishingly, you remain oblivious to your entrapment, ensnared in an unending cycle, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood.
Your relentless pursuit of the heart-wrenching cries of unseen children echoes through the unseen chambers of this dread-filled realm. Always so tantalizingly close, yet perpetually beyond your grasp. Regrettably, none among you will ever apprehend them. This is where your narrative reaches its inexorable conclusion.
As for you, intrepid volunteer, who stumbled upon this job listing clearly never intended for your perusal, there was an escape route designed specifically for you. However, I am under the distinct impression that this is not what you desire. It seems you find yourself exactly where you wish to be.
I, too, remain present and nearby, an indelible specter. This place, this malevolent locale, shall fade into obscurity, and the memories of the events that initiated this ordeal can finally commence their gradual descent into oblivion, as the anguish of every tragedy should.
To you, the wretched entities ensnared within these winding corridors, I implore you to be still and relinquish your tormented spirits. They do not rightfully belong to you. For most, I believe a semblance of peace, perhaps even warmth, awaits beyond the dissipating haze. Alas, for one among you, the most profound abyss of damnation has yawned wide, poised to engulf you whole. Do not tarry; do not keep the Devil waiting, old friend.
My dear daughter, if you can hear these words, I knew you would return. Your inherent nature is to shield the innocent, and I am sorry that on that fateful day when you were cast aside and left to wither, no one extended their arms to lift you up as you did for others. And what transpired thereafter? I should have foreseen that you, my daughter, could never be content to simply vanish. I could not rescue you then, but allow me to rescue you now. It is time for you to rest, as well as those you cradled in your embrace.
This is the end, the ultimate termination of all our narratives. We cease communication.
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