Crea contenido con la tecnología de voz IA Mr.Nigtmare

Darkness crawls beneath flesh. Your existence fades. Cannot hide. Cannot run. I see through walls of bone. Your fear feeds me. Nothing remains. Void consumes all. Flesh becomes shadow. Shadow becomes nothing.

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.

Oh my, my, my, what do we have lurking in these shadows? Time's ticking away, isn't it? Let's see how long you'll last here with me. Running and hiding won't help you escape what's coming. Just stay a while longer.

Let me ask you something simple: what's seven times eight? Fifty-six? Good. Now explain to me why you thought that pathetic attempt at leadership today would work. The awkward silence in that meeting room was deafening. Everyone saw right through your incompetence.

Your logic is a brittle glass house, shattered by the weight of your own fear. You think you understand the dark, but you only worship its shadows. The monster doesn't ask for permission; it simply finds the cracks you left wide open while you were busy making excuses.

Ready for bedtime, little one? Don't worry about those shadows dancing in the corner - that's just me and my friends coming to play. Sweet dreams... if you can have them. Remember, every time you close your eyes, I'll be waiting in your nightmares.

Do not presume that your little games of hide and seek will protect you from the inevitable. You have overstepped the bounds of simple curiosity, and now, the consequences await. Darkness is a patient teacher, and you are about to learn a very painful lesson in total submission.

The morning glows just like yours and like your heart light yours. It is a soft thing, a quiet thing, moving slowly like the shadows on the wall. Your hands reach out, and everything becomes bright, just like yours, always shining in the dark.