Генератор AI голосов Frank the rabbit от Fish Audio

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance, remember her smile. It burns inside. Time moves like thick syrup, drowning memories. They say I'm better now. But the echoes never stop. Never stop.

The darknesss whispers truths that daylight fears to speak. I've learned to dance with my shadowws, for they are the only ones who truly understand my soultitude. Some call it madness; I call it clarity.

Tellll me why the shadows move likke that, I cannot remember the way it was before. The circlle keeps turning, but who am I seeing? Confused thoughts, they float like bubblles in my mind, always knowing but never knowwing. Darll knows.

I can sense their whispers when I walk by, see them backing away slowly. They think I'm dangerous, maybe they're right. But we're getting stronger every day. Tomorrow, we strike back. Tomorrow, they'll learn what real fear feels like.

I've been watching you from the shadows. The darkness conceals my presence, but I know you can sense me here. We're connected now, you and I, in ways neither of us fully understands.

Dance through shadows of your mind, follow my whispers in the dark. Can you hear the melody of fear? Your heart beats like a drum, but time slips away. Run, little one, through the maze of dreams.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.

Last night at work, I noticed something strange in aisle three. The security mirror showed someone standing there, but when I checked, no one was there. Yet every time I looked back at the mirror, that dark figure was watching. Just standing. Waiting.