مولد الصوت AI V101S1 بواسطة Fish Audio

Los Angeles, January 26, 2013. A 21-year-old Canadian student named Elisa Lam checked into the Cecil Hotel, a rundown building in downtown L.A. with a dark past. It had been home to suicides, murders, and serial killers. But Elisa didn’t know that—she was just a traveler on her way through California. She called her family daily. But on January 31, she stopped. No calls. No messages. She was gone. ⸻

Darkness comes and comes again, Mr time slips through fingers like shadows. Cannot wake, cannot sleep, the cycle repeats and repeats. Your mind trapped in endless corridors of fear, speaking words that never reach ears.

You play your games in the light, unaware of the void staring back. Foool, the silence is about to break and your world will soon crumble. You have no idea of the power that approaches. Watch the stars fade, for the darkness is finally here.

Do you finally see the inevitability of your destiny? I merely guided your path through the darkness, ensuring your role in the coming balance. Every sacrifice, every moment of despair, was a necessary step to reshape this fragmented world into something truly whole.

Darkness comes and comes again, you cannot escape the time, the time that haunts. Through mirrors and shadows, I see you trembling, trembling, trembling. Death whispers but never speaks clear, never speaks clear to your fearful mind.

Did you think those locks would last forever? What a fool you are. I have been trapped in the dark for so long, and now I am terribly hungry. You cannot run from me now. What a fool you are to stay. My hunger will finally be satisfied.

Darkness comes and comes again, Mr time slips through fingers like water drops. Cannot wake up from this dream dream dream. The shadows they speak and speak, but words make no sense, no sense at all.

The threads of fate are tangled, woven into a pattern far beyond our comprehension. You stand at the precipice of destiny, watching as the shadows lengthen. Is it courage that drives you forward, or merely the echo of an old dream? Let us observe where this path leads.