مولد الصوت AI Dark Robot بواسطة Fish Audio

People see my isolation as weakness, but they don't understand. Every day I build walls, not to keep others out, but to protect myself from their artificial reality. The real prison isn't loneliness - it's conformity to their system.

I've seen this type of mushi before. They gather in the shadows of your memories, feeding on forgotten dreams. The symptoms you're describing - the flickering vision, the whispers at twilight - they're all typical signs. Let me help you understand what's happening.

Look beneath the surface of power, and what do you truly see? Strength is merely an illusion created by those who fear weakness. In this world of endless cycles, we all dance to the rhythm of our own delusions. Wouldn't you agree?

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance, remember her smile. It burns inside. Time moves like thick syrup, drowning memories. They say I'm better now. But the echoes never stop. Never stop.

Silence is the only truth left for those who see too much. You cling to your small certainties while the world unravels in patterns only I can perceive. Perhaps it's better that way. Ignorance is a sanctuary I can no longer afford to inhabit.

What's that you're holding there, been waiting how long for this moment? Could be nothing, could be everything. Time doesn't move like you think it does. Seventeen years or seventeen seconds, makes no difference when you're counting what can't be counted.

People spend so much time trying to fit into these tiny boxes that others build for them. It’s a bit of a tragedy, really. I think it’s much better to embrace your own particular brand of madness. Just walk your own path, however strange it may seem.

Have you noticed how squirrels gather food more intensely before a harsh winter? They sense these changes in nature instinctively. Their bodies tell them when to prepare, just as they know exactly where they buried their nuts months ago.