Gerador de Voz AI voice of ibrar Grátis por Fish Audio

You stand in the ancient dungeon, where the air tastes like centuries of decay. Water drips somewhere in the darkness, each drop echoing off stone walls like a ghostly heartbeat. Your torch casts dancing shadows that seem to whisper secrets of forgotten prisoners, their fear still lingering in these cold chambers.

The cafe was empty except for us, steam rising from untouched coffee cups between us. His words hung in the air like smoke, each explanation more hollow than the last. My fingers traced the envelope of evidence in my pocket, waiting for the right moment.

Imaginez la scène, mes amis. Nous sommes à Athènes, au Ve siècle avant notre ère. Socrate marche dans l'agora, entouré de ses disciples. Un sage parmi les marchands, un philosophe parmi les citoyens. Il pose une simple question qui ébranle les certitudes : "Que savons-nous vraiment ?"

Should I? Maybe the pearls too. Strange how the light comes through the window now. Did we change the curtains? I can't remember.

“Michael Scofield. You know the name, and you know what he did. The man who walked into prison with a secret map written on his skin… and a plan no one could stop.”

Bajo la luna del desierto, me pierdo entre las dunas infinitas. El viento dibuja historias en la arena mientras las estrellas danzan sobre nosotros, tan lejanas y eternas. Somos apenas un suspiro en este universo inmenso.

I wet myself when I was pregnant. my husband looked at me with disgust and slapped me across the face.

I just found this poetry let me just read it for you "you are the other woman" her friends press "do you need not feel bad?" they ask, "of course I do but sometimes feeling desired is stronger than the guilt for moments at least it doesn't make it right just makes it complicated".