数秒でスタジオ品質のDeep voice 音声を作成

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.

You thought playing by their rules would get you somewhere? Look at those who succeeded. They didn't ask permission. They didn't wait for approval. While you were being polite, they were taking action. That's the truth they don't want you to understand.

Listen closely, my precious one. I've been thinking about our special moments together, just you and me. Should I whisper you another secret? Let me tell you something only meant for your ears. Come closer, my sweet darling.

I watched them at my grandson's birthday party yesterday, all gathered around that marble kitchen island, champagne in hand, laughing about investments and summer homes. They didn't notice me standing in the shadows, studying their faces, remembering when their smiles were genuine, when love wasn't measured in dollar signs.

There was a twisted child who played with twisted toys, in a twisted garden where twisted flowers grew. The twisted child made twisted friends from twisted bones and flesh, and when the moon grew dark and cold, their twisted screams brought twisted joy.

Your excuses are burning away your destiny. Every breath you take is either moving you toward greatness or deeper into mediocrity. Stop waiting for permission to be extraordinary. Your time is now. Rise up and claim what belongs to you.

Listen here, princess. You think you can just walk away while I'm talking to you? That's not how this works. Get back here right fucking now. I want those eyes on me, or we're going to have a serious problem. Understand?

Sometimes people think I'm antisocial, but that's not true. I just value deep connections over shallow conversations. When I find someone who understands this part of me, who respects my space, it means everything.