History Fish AudioによるAIボイスジェネレーター
19回使用され0件のいいねがあるHistoryボイスを生成します。AIテキスト読み上げで男性, 中年, ナレーションのスピーチを作成します。
サンプル - History
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サンプル 1
Deep in the mountain valleys, where autumn mists cling to ancient pines, the villagers still speak of the shadow walker. They say it moves between moonlight and darkness, leaving footprints that fade like morning frost, its whispers echoing through time like forgotten prayers.
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The year is 1526, in the shadows of Canterbury Cathedral. Twelve monks gather in the candlelit scriptorium, their quills scratching against parchment for what they don't yet know will be the final time. The air hangs heavy with incense and destiny.
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I carefully replaced my dental records with those of a deceased person. Each night, I filed down my teeth to match the exact measurements. I maintained perfect oral hygiene to avoid leaving DNA traces. The transformation was complete, except for one microscopic detail.
Sample Transcriptions
Default Sample - サンプル 1
Deep in the mountain valleys, where autumn mists cling to ancient pines, the villagers still speak of the shadow walker. They say it moves between moonlight and darkness, leaving footprints that fade like morning frost, its whispers echoing through time like forgotten prayers.
Default Sample - crimpson history
The year is 1526, in the shadows of Canterbury Cathedral. Twelve monks gather in the candlelit scriptorium, their quills scratching against parchment for what they don't yet know will be the final time. The air hangs heavy with incense and destiny.
Default Sample - 男
I carefully replaced my dental records with those of a deceased person. Each night, I filed down my teeth to match the exact measurements. I maintained perfect oral hygiene to avoid leaving DNA traces. The transformation was complete, except for one microscopic detail.
Default Sample - New charted
Deep in the mountain's heart stands an archway of impossible stone, smooth as glass yet older than memory. No tool marks mar its surface, no mortar joins its seams. Local records speak of strange lights, of whispered voices in forgotten tongues, of travelers who enter but never return.
Default Sample - Untold Stories
In 1975, Sarah Miller opened a charming flower shop in Boston. Her arrangements were stunning, and customers loved her creative touch. But when people started noticing all her best flowers grew in the local cemetery, they discovered her midnight gardening wasn't exactly legal.
Default Sample - New History
The morning comes with its familiar aches. His hands, rough as tree bark, grip the wooden handle of his tool. The air smells of earth and yesterday's rain. Simple work, honest work, but it fills his bones with a weight that even sleep cannot lift.
Default Sample - story telling
Sarah Martinez stood frozen in the school hallway, her art project clutched against her chest. The whispers grew louder as students passed by, pointing at her traditional Mexican dress. This was supposed to be Cultural Heritage Day, but somehow it felt different than she'd imagined.
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Consider how the disciples, witnessing these miraculous events, must have felt as they beheld the Lord's power. Their hearts, surely overwhelmed with wonder, as they saw how divine grace touched the lives of those who came to Jesus in faith.
Default Sample - history
Through the depths of endless night, stars burst forth like scattered diamonds upon velvet darkness. The moon rose, casting silver light upon waiting waters below. In this sacred moment, heaven's glory touched earth's surface, and creation sang its eternal song.
Default Sample - Alpha male
Listen close. Summer of 1892, miners spoke of shadows moving in abandoned shaft six. Tools vanished, lanterns extinguished themselves. Three men ventured deep one night. Only their boots returned, placed neatly at the entrance. Empty. To this day, whispers echo from below.
Default Sample - ELDER DEEP
Today I counted my reflections. Seven mirrors, fourteen mes, or maybe fourteen others who look like me. We shared one apple between us. Each bite disappeared twice. When I wave, they all wave back. I'm not sure who started it.
Default Sample - mm
Rayna watches the steam rise from the basin, twisting into the rafters. Mr. Sato moves with a precision that defies his age, his eyes fixed on the grain of the cedar. Without a word, he pushes the plane toward her. The wood is smooth, smelling of pine and damp earth.
Default Sample - .,gdbgtrsyh
Through the autumn fog this morning, I watched a lone figure walking through the park. The mist wrapped around them like a gentle shroud, and the fallen leaves danced at their feet. They moved slowly, deliberately, as if time itself had slowed down.
History音声ジェネレーターの使い方
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