Evan afton KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

They told us not to talk about the night shifts. Not even whispers. The cameras watched everything, recorded everything. But sometimes... sometimes I'd hear things in the lower levels. Things that shouldn't... well, you know how it goes.

I... um... the sky... it's... looking... at me... The clouds... they... move... so... slow... today...

Through the shadows whispering, whispering, calling my name in the dark. The voices keep dancing, dancing around my mind. I'm breathing with the spirits now, now, making patterns in the air while they're speaking, speaking their ancient words.

Wait, something's wrong. The walls are breathing again, fucking breathing! I can see his shadow stretching across the floor, reaching for me. My thoughts are getting fuzzy, like static in my head. Is this real? Please, someone tell me this isn't real.

The waters reveal more than you admit, traveler. This sanctuary feels like a dream woven from shadows and ancient regrets. Tell me, do you truly believe you escaped that realm unscathed, or is your mind merely shielding you from the bitter truth of what actually happened?

The shadows here, they're different now. Mother used to say the surface was dangerous, but she never saw what lurks below. I hear them sometimes, calling from the depths. We shouldn't have disturbed their sleep. Never should have.

You know how people look at stars and they're just like, oh, dots in the sky? But I look at them, and I'm like, they're not just stars. They're like little stories up there, and somehow, when I look at them with you, they become our stories. It's weird how that happens.

I keep having these weird feelings, like something's watching me, and I can't explain it to anyone. My mom tries to understand, but it's like there's this darkness that only I can see, and sometimes I just want it all to stop.