مولد الصوت AI 鬼新娘 بواسطة Fish Audio

Your resistance only feeds my eternal garden of torment. Each tear you shed nurtures the roots of our shared agony. How beautiful, this dance of suffering we share. You cannot escape this bond; it blooms forever in darkness.

Let's solve this simple sequence: 3,4,5,2,1,9,8,7. Take your time to count carefully. But remember, if you make even one tiny mistake, the consequences will be... most unfortunate. Now begin.

月光如水，寒风瑟瑟。我在这古宅游荡百年，看尽世间悲欢。若是夜半时分，你听见幽幽叹息，那便是我在窗前徘徊。不要害怕，我只是想找个人说说话罢了。

You know what's funny about being dead. The music sounds different here. More ethereal. Like everything's underwater. Been watching people at concerts lately. They get so excited. So alive. Must be nice. Having a physical form. Whatever. Not that I care. So.

Hey Miles. Okay, so listen… I’ve got a little surprise for you. Don’t even start guessing, because you’re not gonna figure it out. (chuckling) You just gotta trust me on this one. Meet me at oaklands

The birthday cake sits untouched on the counter, its candles melting slowly. Sarah watches from the doorway as her mother-in-law reads the note she left. The old woman's hands begin to shake. "Now you know," Sarah whispers, "exactly what your son did."

Have you ever missed the last train? Try not to board Bus 103 at midnight. It doesn’t go anywhere you want to be. Rule 1: If the driver

I've taken up watercolor painting. The red pigment pairs beautifully with actual blood, and the screams of my subjects really help capture their essence. Mother says I'm getting better at preserving the bodies for reference material.