مولد صوت AI Pumpkin rabbit بواسطة Fish Audio

Peek-a-boo, little ones. I can hear your tiny feet. Scampering, hiding, thinking you're safe. But. The game. Is different now. When I find your hiding spots, oh yes, there will be. Such wonderful screams.

The corridors whisper of old secrets and broken dreams. Do not trust the silence, for the shadows have teeth. As the light flickers, ask yourself this: how far can you run before the metal catches up? The game is nearly over, and I am closer than you think.

Welcome, brave adventurers, to my little game of survival. Tonight's prize is most precious indeed, but only one shall claim it. The others? Well, let's just say accidents have a peculiar way of happening in my presence. Shall we begin?

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.

Darkness speaks through time, through time again. Cannot escape the echoes, the echoes of fear. Wake up, but sleep holds tight, holds tight. Your reflection fragments into thousand nightmares, speaking without words, without words.

Oh my, what's a sweet little one like you doing all alone? Don't be scared, I'm here to help. Look what I found - such pretty colorful balloons. Would you like to follow me? I have many more wonderful surprises.

The clock has stopped ticking for you. There is no escape from the shadows you created yourself. Every secret you buried is rising to the surface, and the walls are finally closing in. You are not the hero here; you are the architect of your own silence.

Grass. The grass here. Good grass. *chews* More grass over there. The tin can looks tasty too. But grass is better. The grass is always better.