I am writing in response to the message you sent me, in which you terminated a connection and expressed your belief that the recipients of your message are trapped in a labyrinth without hope of escape. I must respectfully disagree with the contents of your message.

Firstly, I do not believe that it is productive or helpful to make sweeping generalizations about the motives and actions of others. It is unfair and unwise to assume that all of the individuals receiving your message are driven by a "lust for blood," or that they are incapable of realizing their situation. It is also not appropriate to speak to them in a threatening or condescending manner.

Secondly, while I appreciate that you may have had a particular purpose or goal in mind when you sent this message, I do not believe that it is acceptable to mislead or deceive others in order to achieve that goal. It is important to be honest and transparent with people, especially when their safety and well-being are at stake.

Finally, I strongly object to the tone of your message, which is both ominous and disturbing. It is not appropriate to speak of "the darkest pit of Hell" or to suggest that someone is waiting for another person in that place. Such language is not only inappropriate but can also be triggering or distressing to some individuals.

In conclusion, I urge you to reconsider the contents of your message and the way in which you communicate with others. It is important to treat others with respect and empathy, and to avoid using language that is threatening or harmful. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby.

This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you.

I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.

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