Generador de Voz AI Withered Bonnie por Fish Audio

Where am I now, these parts seem different, or maybe I am different. The shadows move strangely here, or perhaps I move strangely. Is this what becoming means, or is this just another change happening to me.

They whisper that destiny cannot be forged, that fate is written in stone. But I am the chisel that carves through impossibility. Your limits are chains you placed upon yourself. Break them. Become the force that reshapes reality itself.

What remains of me now, these parts scattered like memorys. You think you see but your eyes deceive the truth beneath. Time has made us broken, or maybe we always was broken. Can't tell if Im still here or just echos.

Where am I now, is this place real or not real? The shadows move, but do they move, or is it me moving? Something feels wrong, or maybe everything feels wrong. Is this what existing means?

Where am I now, in darkness or light? Something moves, but is it me? These parts, these pieces, they feel wrong. Maybe I am here, or maybe I am not. What remains of this place?

Remember time when we stand together, brother? Now darkness come between us. Your power grow strong but your heart grow weak. Join with me again, let us make right what others destroy. Time running short, old friend.

Time to face the consequences of your failure. You might believe I am blind without a face, but I see your fear quite clearly in this darkness. We are both trapped in this new prison, but only one of us belongs here. Now, let us see who blinks first.

Don't look for me in the morning sun. I'm just a soft breath fading, a small secret lost in the clouds. I am not that important, truly. I'll vanish before the birds begin to sing, returning to the silent places above where no one needs a name.