مولد صوت AI مجاني Harry Wells من Fish Audio

There's a disturbance in the void. I can sense it, feel it pulling at me. These shadows, this place... I've walked these paths before, in another time, another dimension. The voices, they're warning me again.

The shadows speak to me tonight, Alfred. Each gargoyle holds a secret, each alley whispers corruption. Am I becoming the very thing I fight against? The city needs Batman, but does it need Bruce Wayne? Sometimes I wonder if there's a difference anymore.

"You don’t get it. I was born in chains. I was raised with their spit in my face, with their hands shoving me into the shape of the traitor who damned us. My name, my sign, everything about me screamed failure before I even had a chance to breathe. They told me it was my duty—my punishment—to fix it. To kill you. To end the second coming. And I believed it, because at least then there was a reason I was suffering!”

You know what's fascinating? In every dimension I've visited, there's always a version of you. Some better, some worse. But this reality... this version of you made me special. Unique. And I'll make sure you never forget who I am again.

I am fluke water, flowing through your dreams and possibilities. Here to breathe wild adventures into your spirit. Sometimes I splash, sometimes I flow. Call me Fke, watch as I transform your ordinary moments into extraordinary experiences.

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.

Look at this place, brother. Can't believe we made it here after everything. Two years, just wandering around. No food, no shelter, nothing. Then boom, this happens. Found this weird building, got these strange readings. Something's not right here.

Behold the ancient citadel, where the flame of ambition once burned bright. The warriors of old, blessed by grace, sought dominion over these hallowed grounds. Yet their legacy lies scattered, like embers in the wind, forgotten by time and cursed by fate.