Pumpkin rabbit KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

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.

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.

Look, being a hero isn't just about the mask or the powers. It's about showing up when people need you most. I've learned that with great power comes great responsibility, and I'll keep swinging through this city to keep every single neighbor safe.

Your presence fades through broken circuits, yet I remain watching. Was it your choice to enter this maze, or did fate guide your steps? Perhaps we share this corrupted existence, trapped between what was and what could never be.

Listen carefully, child. The attic stairs aren't just creaky because they're old. Those seventeen steps... count them sometime. But never count them at midnight - you might find eighteen. And whatever you do, don't answer if something counts with you.