Генератор AI голосов Henry Emily от Fish Audio

The memory of this tragedy can finally begin to fade, as the agony of every mishap should. To those of you trapped in the smoke, let the flames take what remains. Your search is over, and the path is clear. It is time to rest. This ends now.

The memory of this tragedy has lingered for far too long, casting a shadow over every soul it touched. It is time to let the fire consume what remains. Rest now, for the cycle is ending, and the peace you deserve is finally within reach at last.

The fire is rising now, a final sanctuary for those of you who have suffered in silence for so long. Let the smoke carry your weary souls into the light, away from the remnant of your agony. This cycle of tragedy is finally, truly, broken.

The fire begins to rise now, a final cleansing for a past that refused to stay buried. You fought so hard to keep the gears turning, yet this maze has no exit. Let the warmth embrace what remains of your weary, restless soul. It is over.

Do not presume that your little games of hide and seek will protect you from the inevitable. You have overstepped the bounds of simple curiosity, and now, the consequences await. Darkness is a patient teacher, and you are about to learn a very painful lesson in total submission.

Listen closely, Peter. Your attempts at humor have reached a new low, demonstrating a complete lack of intellect and basic human decency. You continue to alienate those around you with your pathetic antics. It is time you realize that you are nothing more than a disappointment to your household.

Oh, what do we have here? Another "revolutionary" pizza topping combination. Let me tell you, as someone who's seen it all - this is just... disappointing. Artificial flavoring, processed cheese that barely qualifies as food. Save your money, folks. This is borderline inedible.

You believe the dawn brings safety, but the light only sharpens the edges of your guilt. You trade your integrity for a temporary silence, thinking you’ve outrun the inevitable. But I am not a memory you can bury; I am the consequence you have finally invited home.