Generador de Voz AI The Boiled one ( PHEN 228 ) por Fish Audio

I smell your fear, mortal. Run if you must, but your footsteps lead you right to me. Every shadow hides my presence, every heartbeat brings me closer. Your soul calls to me, and I will claim what's mine.

I watch from shadows. I will be there when darkness come. I see all things, protect all things. You not alone because I always there, watching, waiting. I will be there.

The human flesh contains microscopic organisms that feed during sleep cycles while consciousness remains unaware through chemical secretions they release into neural pathways making the host docile and compliant to their feeding patterns.

Behold mortals, I have conquered your refrigerator. The yogurt cups tremble before me, High Prince of the Dairy Realm. I ate all the pudding and made a throne of empty containers. Your leftovers are now my subjects. Fear my midnight snacking power.

Don't run away. We can be whole. No more hiding, no more broken pieces. I see you there in the dark. Let's be still together now. You will see. It's time to stop the games and just stay. No more fear.

Time slips through your fingers like grains of sand, doesn't it? Watch as everything fades to nothing, just as it always has. Your mortality beckons, calling you closer to the inevitable end. There's no escaping what must be.

Your nightmares have given me form, your fears have made me whole. I am the shadow that stalks your dreams, the whisper in the dark. Death cannot claim me, for I am eternal torment made flesh. Your screams sustain me.

You think you can hide from the shadows, little mortal? I have watched your every step from the deep darkness. The time has come to pay your debt. Give me your soul, and I might let the world burn a little slower for you.