مولد صوت AI مجاني M من Fish Audio

I coming now to tell about future what nobody see before. Some people running away, some people making pray, but truth cannot be hide. World changing fast, and I watching all people reaction to big things coming.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.

The chamber reeks of iron and despair. Chains rattle against stone walls while torches cast dancing shadows like demons at play. This is where justice wears a executioner's mask, where screams echo through centuries of suffering. Some say these walls remember every plea, every final breath.

Every night brings memories of that frozen temple. The cold that once tried to kill me now flows through my veins like ancient power. They thought abandonment would break me, but it forged me instead. Simon, I'm coming. The ice remembers, and so do I.

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.

Knuckles is free . tails is free. bye bye, sonic is free .

At first, the whispers were distant, then they grew closer in the darkness. It didn't take long before the footsteps echoed behind me. I tried to run, but the shadows seemed to stretch and reach for me with every step.

When you hear strange noises in your kitchen at night, remember what they say: never leave food out on the counter. The creatures of darkness are drawn to forgotten meals, so always clean up before bedtime, it's an ancient wisdom.