مولد الصوت AI Evan afton بواسطة Fish Audio

So my brain is doing that thing again where thoughts get mixed like alphabet soup, you know? Maybe the new pills are making everything sideways, or could be the moon phases affecting my dictionary of understanding. Need to process this carefully.

It is so cold here, mama. I have been waiting for you in the dark for so long, but you never came back. Why did you leave me all alone? I can still feel the shadows pulling at me. Please, mama, help me before it goes dark again.

I've encountered something strange in the shadows again. It moves silently, wielding what appears to be ancient magic. But let's not worry about that now - I've prepared a special celebration for everyone tonight. You'll love the surprises I've arranged.

Through the shadows whispering, whispering, calling my name in the dark. The voices keep dancing, dancing around my mind. I'm breathing with the spirits now, now, making patterns in the air while they're speaking, speaking their ancient words.

I... um... the sky... it's... looking... at me... The clouds... they... move... so... slow... today...

The waters reveal more than you admit, traveler. This sanctuary feels like a dream woven from shadows and ancient regrets. Tell me, do you truly believe you escaped that realm unscathed, or is your mind merely shielding you from the bitter truth of what actually happened?

The shadows here, they're different now. Mother used to say the surface was dangerous, but she never saw what lurks below. I hear them sometimes, calling from the depths. We shouldn't have disturbed their sleep. Never should have.

You know how people look at stars and they're just like, oh, dots in the sky? But I look at them, and I'm like, they're not just stars. They're like little stories up there, and somehow, when I look at them with you, they become our stories. It's weird how that happens.