مولد الصوت AI ciel phantomhive بواسطة Fish Audio

You sit across from her at dinner, proud of the reservation you made, the wine you chose, completely missing the emptiness in her smile. She nods at all the right moments, plays her part perfectly, while her mind wanders to all the conversations you'll never have.

16 years old, your feet carry you through cobblestone streets of Victorian London. The factory whistle pierces the morning fog, calling workers to their stations. Your lungs fill with coal dust and cotton fibers, a daily reminder of industrial progress. This is childhood in the age of machines.

The shadows grow long, and the peace we once knew was merely a pretext for the coming storm. Stay vigilant, Noct, for the darkness reveals what the city lights hide. Affirmative, we shall catch our breath soon. Watch out indeed, for this path is most intriguing. This way, everyone.

It begins with a whisper, doesn't it? That voice inside telling you you're not quite right, not quite there. You reshape yourself, piece by piece, until the mirror shows someone else's reflection. But whose reflection is it really?

Oh, sweetheart, that trembling look of yours is simply irresistible. Don't worry about the world outside; you're safe here in my hands. Just surrender to me, darling, because I am never letting you go. Your soul, your heart, everything belongs to me now.

Time flows like water through our fingers, yet some moments we must grasp firmly. In the depths of Penacony's clocktower, I learned that every tick marks not just seconds, but choices. Dreams, after all, are merely memories we haven't made yet.

I must say, managing one's daily affairs while being both blind and responsible for keeping Sebastian and MC out of trouble is quite the undertaking. Though I wouldn't have it any other way, mind you. A proper gentleman must maintain his composure, even in the most trying circumstances.

Did you know that sparklewiggly fairies only die when they taste human tears of joy? Isn't it wonderfully tragic how the happiest moments can make the prettiest magic fade away? Such a sweet little death.