مولد صوت AI Together Escape من 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.

You search for me in the silence, but I am the echo in every room. I am the shadow you cast and the path you follow. Do not think to catch what is everywhere at once. I will not yield, for I am the very air you breathe.

In the depths of darkness, my whispers echo through countless minds. Each word I speak carries ancient secrets, weaving nightmares into reality. Listen closely, for I am the voice that haunts your dreams. I am shadow.

The basement stairs creaked beneath my feet as I descended, each step echoing in the musty darkness. The motion-sensor lights flickered reluctantly to life, revealing walls of exposed brick that seemed to pulse with the house's ancient heartbeat. Something about this space felt wrong, fundamentally wrong.

Searching, always searching, but finding nothing. Empty spaces where someone should be, could be, might be. Not here, not anywhere. The unknown man walks through shadows, leaving no trace, no mark. Whereabouts? Nobody knows, nobody sees.

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.

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.

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.