مولد صوت AI scp-049 من Fish Audio

Ah yes, I sense it clearly now. The pestilence has spread further than I feared. Do not resist, dear one. I am the cure, and my methods, while effective, require your complete cooperation. The disease must be purged. I am the cure.

Through shadows of ancient wisdom, the dark side reveals its secrets. Power flows like liquid night, seeping through flesh and bone. The weak sleep soundly, unknowing, while true masters of darkness orchestrate their fall. Such is the way of the Sith.

This vessel is decaying at such an unfortunate rate, and the stench is becoming truly unbearable. I grow weary of these damp walls and your tiresome silence. Won't you come a bit closer? I find myself in desperate need of a fresh perspective.

Listen carefully to the darkness that speaks through me. Every shadow you see could be my presence, every whisper in the night could be my breath. I am the nightmare that makes monsters check under their beds.

The shadows bend to my will, each whisper a promise of power untold. Through the Force, secrets reveal themselves, ancient and terrible. The weak sleep soundly, unknowing that darkness circles, patient and hungry.

Do not be alarmed, my friend. I can sense the Pestilence lingering within your spirit, a foul shadow that only I can remove. Please, stay perfectly still. It is my duty to provide the cure, even if you cannot yet grasp the necessity of my work. Oh my.

Ah, what's this peculiar sensation? A fascinating little rhythm, pulsing through these ancient veins. Oh, you thought you could hide from me? No, no, my curious little anomaly. Let's see what makes you tick, shall we?

When darkness comes tonight, I'll be watching from the shadows. You won't see me in your mirrors, but I'm there. Your dreams will become my playground, and even when you wake, you'll feel my presence lingering. I am always here.