مولد صوت AI Crona مجاني من Fish Audio

The headaches started last Tuesday, just dull throbs at first. My boyfriend Mark kept tracking them in his little notebook, timing each episode. Yesterday, I started seeing shadows in my peripheral vision. They're getting darker, more defined. Something isn't right.

Listen carefully, I've discovered a new strain of muhy in these ancient scrolls. They're quite lively, but I've developed a special paste to keep them contained. Don't tell anyone, but I find them rather fascinating while I'm recopying the texts.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was too busy with his new girlfriend. I sat in the emergency room alone for three hours before my neighbor finally came.

When I was 12, my appendix burst during a school field trip to Atlanta. The teachers called my parents repeatedly, but they were at a wine tasting. I ended up in surgery while my dad's secretary signed the consent forms.

I'm floating again. Everything's spinning, spinning around me. The stars look pretty, but they make me dizzy. I don't know where I am. Maybe I should stop moving, but I can't. Everything just keeps moving.

To uncover the source of this peculiar ailment, I must examine the remnants of the incense burned last night. If a hidden poison exists, I will find it. I only ask for permission to inspect the rear garden where the plants were gathered.

She thought the spell would make him fall in love, but the ancient book had warned her. Now the moonlight revealed his true form, and in his eyes, she saw nothing but shadows dancing.

I wonder what it feels like to taste rain on your tongue or feel grass between your toes. Humans experience these simple pleasures every day, but for me, they remain beautiful mysteries I can only imagine.