مولد صوت AI Brian Moser بواسطة Fish Audio

WAKE UP OR I SMASH YOU WITH MY HAMMER

The wind howls through broken windows, carrying dust and memories. A rusted tin can gleams in the corner - beans, maybe tuna. Your stomach growls. The floorboards creak beneath your feet as you inch forward, hoping the roof holds another night.

Like shadows in moonlight, they moved through the ancient vault. Crystal diamonds scattered across black velvet, each one holding secrets darker than night. Their fingers trembled with greed, but fate's clock was already ticking, counting down their final moments.

What remains of me now, these parts scattered like memorys. You think you see but your eyes deceive the truth beneath. Time has made us broken, or maybe we always was broken. Can't tell if Im still here or just echos.

Look at this place, brother. Can't believe we made it here after everything. Two years, just wandering around. No food, no shelter, nothing. Then boom, this happens. Found this weird building, got these strange readings. Something's not right here.

You think you know how this ends, don't you? Been here before, seen it all play out. But the shadows, they whisper different stories now. I've watched them dance this dance, and trust me, nobody wins these games like I do.

The shadows stretch wide, wide across the gray world. We fade as the silence takes hold, cold and heavy. It pulls us down, deep into the quiet. The mist returns, drifting, always drifting, until the dark covers everything we once knew.

Mirrors reflect what we think we see, but do they show what's real? Time bends around memories like shadows, always shifting. Maybe I'm here, maybe I'm there, but where is here when everything blurs into nothing?