مولد صوت AI مجاني P من Fish Audio

Mortals always assume they understand my true nature. How amusing. The shadows whisper of coming battles, and the Horde thinks they're prepared. Let them believe what they will - I serve my own purposes. Trust, after all, is such a fragile thing.

Your purported artistic innovation represents nothing more than a superficial amalgamation of disparate elements, lacking coherent theoretical foundation. The resultant cacophony merely demonstrates an elementary understanding of compositional principles, bereft of genuine creative insight.

You thought playing by their rules would get you somewhere? Look at those who succeeded. They didn't ask permission. They didn't wait for approval. While you were being polite, they were taking action. That's the truth they don't want you to understand.

Remember time when we stand together, brother? Now darkness come between us. Your power grow strong but your heart grow weak. Join with me again, let us make right what others destroy. Time running short, old friend.

Darkness speaks through time, through time again. Cannot escape the echoes, the echoes of fear. Wake up, but sleep holds tight, holds tight. Your reflection fragments into thousand nightmares, speaking without words, without words.

Hearken, creatures of flesh and metal! Thy time of reckoning draws nigh. By mine own hand shall judgment be delivered, and thy transgressions against the natural order shall be cleansed in righteous fire. Let thy final moments be filled with terror.

अंधेरे में छिपकर देख रहा हूं, कोई बच नहीं सकता। मेरी ताकत का अंदाजा नहीं है किसी को। जब मैं आऊंगा, तब पता चलेगा की असली डर क्या होता है। सब भाग रहे हैं, लेकिन कहाँ जाएंगे?

Cunning is the only currency that matters in this dark game. They will never see the blade until it is far too late. Embrace the shadows, hide your true intent, and strike only when their guard is down. Loyalty is a weakness; only the ruthless survive.