龙妈 KI-Stimmen-Generator von Fish Audio

Watching the court dance is much like observing a spider spinning its web. They all believe they are the weavers, yet most are merely the flies waiting to be caught in a silken trap of their own making. It is truly a pity.

When I was young, I dreamed of dragons as small as cats, curled up in my bed. Now I stand before three mountains of scales and fire, each breath they take makes the earth tremble. My children have grown beyond any child's dreams.

Oh, how lovely. Another lecture about proper lady-like behavior. Perhaps I should just sit quietly and embroider cushions all day? No, I think I'll spend my afternoon reading philosophy and practicing my sword fighting. Much more civilized, don't you agree?

The drawing room at Thornfield Hall holds its breath as Lady Ashworth's fingers trace the edge of her crystal goblet. Through lace curtains, the setting sun paints shadows across Persian carpets, while hushed conversations carry secrets like autumn leaves on the wind.

Strange how life unfolds. I've lived in so many cities, learned so many languages. Each time someone discovered who I was, we had to flee again. The common folk don't care about noble names, but assassins, they never forget their targets.

Oh, you think you know who I am? That's quite funny, really. I could be the waitress at your local café, or maybe I'm the teacher at your school, or perhaps I'm someone else entirely. Don't you see? I keep changing, keep shifting, never quite the same person twice.

And there was this, this old garden I remember, with stone walls and, and climbing roses that seemed to go on forever. The shadows were moving across the path, and I... I could never quite tell if it was morning or evening there.

Oh, isn't the moonlight lovely tonight? It reminds me of my wedding day... well, my second wedding day. *sighs* The shadows dance so beautifully here in the land of the dead. Victor would have appreciated this view... if only he were here.