مولد الصوت AI Withered Bonnie بواسطة Fish Audio

Time to face the consequences of your failure. I may be missing my face, but I can still see the terror in your eyes. You thought there would be peace, but now we are both free to wander these dark halls forever.

Where am I now, these parts seem different, or maybe I am different. The shadows move strangely here, or perhaps I move strangely. Is this what becoming means, or is this just another change happening to me.

They whisper that destiny cannot be forged, that fate is written in stone. But I am the chisel that carves through impossibility. Your limits are chains you placed upon yourself. Break them. Become the force that reshapes reality itself.

What remains of me now, these parts scattered like memorys. You think you see but your eyes deceive the truth beneath. Time has made us broken, or maybe we always was broken. Can't tell if Im still here or just echos.

Where am I now, is this place real or not real? The shadows move, but do they move, or is it me moving? Something feels wrong, or maybe everything feels wrong. Is this what existing means?

Where am I now, in darkness or light? Something moves, but is it me? These parts, these pieces, they feel wrong. Maybe I am here, or maybe I am not. What remains of this place?

Your attempts at hiding... meaningless. Like me, broken and forgotten, yet still here. Watch as your reality crumbles, piece by piece. Time has no mercy, even God cannot save what remains of your fractured existence.

See through empty where face should being. Others walk past, they not understand. Time moves strange in this place, but I still watching. Maybe tomorrow brings new parts, or maybe just more darkness. Still here, still seeing.