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And so it goes, they used to whisper of the silver moon, shimmering softly upon the silent sea. They would hum together, a heavy harmony for the heavyhearted. Step by step, they’d linger longingly within the shadows of the past. They used to sing, they really did.
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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.
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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.
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Default Sample - Amostra 1
And so it goes, they used to whisper of the silver moon, shimmering softly upon the silent sea. They would hum together, a heavy harmony for the heavyhearted. Step by step, they’d linger longingly within the shadows of the past. They used to sing, they really did.
Default Sample - deep
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.
Default Sample - deep
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.
Default Sample - ELDER DEEP
Yesterday I found a toothbrush. Could be mine, could be anyone's. We share everything here - dreams, nightmares, bacteria. The mirror shows fifteen faces when I brush. I counted the toothpaste drops: one for each person I think I am. Maybe tomorrow I'll remember which one is me.
Default Sample - Deep English Story
Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.
Default Sample - InMidst
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.
Default Sample - Old man with deep raspy voice
The coffee had grown cold, forgotten like so many things in this cramped apartment. Through the window, the city lights flickered like dying stars, each one holding someone else's story. He wondered if they too sat awake at 3 AM, haunted by the words they never said.
Default Sample - Always Comes
Always comes the glass. Then the ice. Then the gin always cold, cold. It pours. Always comes the glass, the pint, the tumbler, always comes the gin, the vodka, the clears. The night flows on, always down, always pouring.
Default Sample - Whereabouts Unknownwhere
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.
Default Sample - Thick
I coming now to tell about future what nobody see before. Some people running away, some people making pray, but truth cannot be hide. World changing fast, and I watching all people reaction to big things coming.
Default Sample - old mann
I watch the light fade across the floorboards, tracing paths I’ve walked for decades. There’s a weight to the silence here, a heavy collection of moments I let slip away. I suppose some stories are meant to stay quiet, echoing only within these four walls until the very end.
Default Sample - Story narration
Once upon a time, a man stood at the edge of his own life, though he was still breathing. His hands were rough from years of work, his eyes heavy with unseen burdens, and his pockets lighter than the promises he once made to himself. He had worked and worked, yet at the end of each day, his stomach still grumbled, and his mind was restless. Was this how life was meant to be? Was he cursed to struggle forever?
Default Sample - That Beautiful Red Hourglass of the Sands of Life
I stroked the scarlet mark upon the spider’s back, feeling the granules of my life slip away. It is a quiet end, sipping tea beneath her shadow. The sand runs thin, and the beautiful hourglass glows. My time is empty, yet I have never felt more complete.
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