Генератор голосов AI Furnace от Fish Audio

I smell your fear. Run if you must, but darkness follows your every step. Your prayers won't save you now. I am the shadow in every corner, the whisper in your nightmares. Your soul will be mine.

Watch them burn, feel the heat rise. Nothing quite like the dance of flames consuming everything in their path. Pure destruction, pure perfection. That's what I live for - the magnificent spectacle of absolute devastation.

Down it sits. Up it rises. Through the slot moves. Back and forth slides. Next part comes. Carefully it fits. Over the top reaches. Firmly it stays. Here it rests. Under it goes. Once again starts. Smoothly it turns. In now goes the final piece.

Evil empire running these streets, ain't no competition. We got the product, we got the muscle, we got the whole game locked down. E empire soldiers everywhere, watching, hustling, stacking paper. Don't step unless you're ready for war.

Observe the final moments of another test subject. Their struggle provides fascinating data for my research. Death is the only constant, and I am its most dedicated student. Your expiration was inevitable, though the biological variables were quite intriguing. I look forward to your inevitable demise.

Step right up to witness the corruption of souls, dear visitors. Tonight's performance will strip away your innocence and replace it with delicious darkness. Let the shadows embrace you as you descend into our realm of perpetual wickedness.

Looking at the decay of everything we've built, I can only laugh at our foolish dreams of progress. Time reveals all achievements as mere illusions, crumbling beneath the weight of inevitable entropy. What's the point of creation when destruction is absolute?

Do you feel the weight of every shadow I weave? I have gathered the pieces to suit my silence. The eyes will be feature in the dark I build. Have you felt the cold inside the bone I garden? Everything will be still for my design.