Exetior KI-Stimmen-Generator von Fish Audio

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.

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.

In the depths of darkness, my whispers echo through countless minds. Each word I speak carries ancient secrets, weaving nightmares into reality. Listen closely, for I am the voice that haunts your dreams. I am shadow.

Listen, brother, I witnessed them in their sacred circles last night. They performed their twisted dance beneath the pale moon, their elongated limbs swaying unnaturally. The flesh, brother, they were marking the flesh with symbols. They know we watch them.

Yesterday I found a toothbrush. Could be mine, could be anyone's. We share everything here - dreams, nightmares, bacteria. The mirror shows fifteen faces when I brush. I counted the toothpaste drops: one for each person I think I am. Maybe tomorrow I'll remember which one is me.

The basement stairs creaked beneath my feet as I descended, each step echoing in the musty darkness. The motion-sensor lights flickered reluctantly to life, revealing walls of exposed brick that seemed to pulse with the house's ancient heartbeat. Something about this space felt wrong, fundamentally wrong.

They're watching now, through the walls, through the windows. Don't trust what you see, it's all wrong, wrong, wrong. The shadows are moving, moving, moving. They're coming closer. You must hide, hide now, before they find you.

My mind My face Its all yours at the end of the day My life My name Its all yours to reflect and sustain Aw shucks