Бесплатный AI-генератор голосов BCooper от Fish Audio

Listen carefully, Sarah. I, Brandon, have invested countless hours supporting your dreams, defending your reputation, and being there through every crisis. Yet here you are, acting as if our friendship meant nothing, dismissing everything I've done for you.

Listen, how many times are you going to keep making the same mistakes? You keep falling for the same lies, same excuses, same people. When are you finally going to wake up and realize you deserve better than this?

Perhaps legend states that the history of the hidden leaf was written in sacrifice and honor. Even as time passes, the legacy of those legendary warriors continues to inspire new generations, reminding us all that the strength of a true shinobi lies deep within their unbreakable spirit.

You know, sometimes I can feel it moving inside me, that wild energy. It's like having another player living in my body. When I'm on the field, the monster just wants to dance with the ball. That's probably why I play like this.

Consider this: every thought you generate creates an electromagnetic frequency of 20 to 25 Hz. These vibrations ripple through your neural pathways, restructuring your cellular memory. Your mind isn't just thinking thoughts – it's physically reshaping your reality. Choose wisely, brothers and sisters.

Protecting your peace isn't about being mean, it's about being honest with yourself. Because you see, I've realized that some people don't deserve a seat at my table anymore. My energy is far too valuable to waste on toxic cycles or people who refuse to grow.

O passado ainda pesa nos meus ombros, mas não deixo mais que ele me defina. Cada ação, cada desculpa, faz parte de um caminho longo para a paz. Não sou mais uma arma, estou apenas tentando consertar o que foi quebrado, um dia de cada vez.

Sebastian Theodore Montgomery, I find myself utterly bewildered by the spectacle you provided earlier today. In a world that demands at least a semblance of dignity, you chose to discard all social graces for a moment of fleeting madness. It is not anger I feel, but a quiet, intellectual sorrow.