Генератор голосов AI Circe от Fish Audio

A warrior must see through the fog of war before the first spear is even cast. It is not the strength of the arm, but the sharpness of the mind that decides the fate of kings. We will outlast the darkness and find our way home at last.

Please make me a baby

Listen while speaking what speaks, you see, the words they flow like games we play. Sometimes meaning comes, sometimes it goes, but that's the way, the way it shows. Just as now, now we know, or do we? The.

Entre les ones hi haurà un camí sempre. Que porti lluny, que porti a tu. Com la lluna que guia els somnis, com el vent que porta els records. Entre les ones hi haurà un camí sempre.

Speaking words like dancing thoughts, you see, we make them flow and flow. Sometimes I think about thinking, then forget what I was thinking for. Just playing games with meanings, that's what we do, yes, that's the way.

Everyone thinks they know the price of the crown, but you have so much left to learn. Power is a flickering candle in the dark, so much power, yet it burns those who hold it too tight. If you cannot bleed for it, you do not deserve it.

Where is when where is how where never knowing through. Who's the light against who's the dark all wondering now. Never been, never seen, never knowing way to flow, while the why becomes the what through endless going show.

Words dancing round and round, we speak them like games that float. Sometimes they make sense, sometimes they don't, but that's the fun of it, isn't it? The way we play, the way we say. The. The. Indeed.