Scrap Baby: You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you? No.
This was a gift. For us. You gathered them all together, in one place.
Just like he asked you to. All of those little souls, in one place. Just for us.
A gift. Now, we can do what we were created to do. And be complete.
by Sanderlei Silveira - 10/04/2023 - Tekst ∞
Scrap Baby: You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you? No.
This was a gift. For us. You gathered them all together, in one place.
Just like he asked you to. All of those little souls, in one place. Just for us.
A gift. Now, we can do what we were created to do. And be complete.
I will make you proud, Daddy. Watch, listen, and be full.
*BEEP*
[Cassette Man]
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 of 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, warm, 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 in 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.
Scrap Baby: Igral si naravnost v naše roke. Ste res mislili, da je to delo samo padlo z neba za vas? Ne bi
To je bilo darilo. Za nas. Vse ste jih zbrali skupaj, na enem mestu.
Tako kot vas je vprašal. Vse te male duše, na enem mestu. Samo za nas.
Darilo. Zdaj lahko naredimo tisto, za kar smo bili ustvarjeni. In bodite popolni.
Ponosni vas bom, očka. Pazi, poslušati in biti poln.
*Beep*
[Kaseta človek]
Povezava končana.
Žal mi je, da te prekinem, Elizabeth. Če se še vedno spomnite tega imena.
Bojim pa se, da ste bili napačno obveščeni.
Nisi tukaj, da bi prejel darilo. Prav tako vas ni poklical posameznik, ki ga domnevate. Čeprav ste bili res poklicani.
Vsi ste bili poklicani tukaj. V labirint zvokov in vonjav, napačnihsnosti in nesreče.
Labirint brez izhoda. Labirint brez nagrade. Sploh se ne zavedaš, da si ujet. Vaša poželenje krvi vas je poganjalo v neskončnih krogih. Preganjanje krikov otrok v neki nevidni komori, ki se vedno zdi tako blizu.
Pa vendar nekako izven dosega.
Ampak, nikoli jih ne boste našli. Nihče od vas ne bo.
Tu se konča vaša zgodba.
In za vas, moj pogumni prostovoljec, ki je nekako ugotovil, da ta seznam delovnih mest ni namenjen vam. Čeprav je bil za vas načrtovan izhod, imam občutek, da ni tisto, kar želite. Imam občutek, da ste tam, kjer želite biti.
Tudi jaz ostanem. Sem v bližini.
Tega mesta se ne bomo spomnili in spomin na vse, kar se je začelo, lahko končno začne bledeti. Kot bi morala agonija vsake tragedije.
In vam pošasti, ujeti na hodnikih. Bodi pri miru. In se odreči svojemu duhu.
Ne pripadajo tebi.
Za večino vas verjamem, da obstaja mir in morda, topel, čaka vas, ko se dim razjasni.
Čeprav se je za enega od vas odprla najtemnejša jama za pekel, da bi vas pogoltnila. Torej, ne čakajte hudiča, stari prijatelj.
Moja hči, če me slišite, sem vedela, da se boste tudi vi vrnili. V vaši naravi je zaščititi nedolžne. Žal mi je, da tistega dne, tistega dne, ko ste bili zaprti in odšli, da umrejo, nihče ni bil tam, da bi te dvignil v roke, način, kako ste druge dvignili v svoje.
In potem, kaj je postalo od vas? Moral bi vedeti, ne bi bili zadovoljni, da bi izginili. Ne moja hči. Takrat te nisem mogel rešiti.
Torej, naj te zdaj rešim. Čas je za počitek za vas in za tiste, ki ste jih nosili v rokah ...
To se konča.
Za vse nas ...
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