مولد صوت AI EHC (Vocals) (MDX v2 Voc FT).mp3 بواسطة Fish Audio

I was not preparing for a match, I was preparing for a war

You cling to the illusion of choice, yet you are merely puppets on a string, dancing to the rhythm of a broken clock. Birth, growth, decay, death—a repetitive cycle of suffering you call life. Soon, the veil will tear, and you will see the beautiful darkness that awaits.

Let me tell you something right fucking now. If you've got a problem with me, don't hide behind your screen. I'm right here, face to face, that's how I handle things. This is me, raw and real, and I won't change for anybody.

In that split second, a chilling realization dawned upon the intruder. This was not merely a display of physical strength, but an indomitable spirit forged in the depths of absolute despair. The atmosphere thickened, vibrating with a killing intent so pure it transcended the boundaries of mere combat.

The village faced a terrible drought, and the elders gathered to seek the gods' mercy. Through their prayers and offerings of grain, the gods showed kindness. They commanded that a sacred well be built, bringing water to the people.

Can't believe what I'm seeing here, brother. Three days without food, walking through this mess. Then boom, there's supplies. Never thought I'd find anything. This place, it's different now. Everything's changed, but we're still here, still surviving.

میکه خزیز قلین سزگه نقل برمان دیبتو یعنی خلاص مدیایمین راست نات همانستان بلیزمه جانم سزگه بلدم آز خاتنی زگم ها نمی که بس سمیرگه خلاص منشین

Let me tell you about the old Miller House on Crow Street. Every decade, on the coldest night of winter, children report seeing faces in the windows. Not living faces, mind you. Empty faces, watching, waiting. The locals know: never look back if you hear singing after dark.