Бесплатный генератор AI голосов Little Filthy Bear Not Named "Poo" от Fish Audio

It is just like you

Last week, my uncle Tom showed up at my door with a briefcase containing $50 million in bonds. "Your father wanted you to have this," he said. But before I could process it, three black SUVs pulled up. My stepmother had found out, and now everything was about to explode.

Hey, this is Mel Gibson speaking directly to you. Listen carefully - I want to make it absolutely clear that I don't authorize any merchandise with my name or image. If you see it online, it's not from me, okay? It's that simple.

Deep in the mountain's heart stands an archway of impossible stone, smooth as glass yet older than memory. No tool marks mar its surface, no mortar joins its seams. Local records speak of strange lights, of whispered voices in forgotten tongues, of travelers who enter but never return.

I'm just sitting here, where I always sit. Don't know why everyone keeps moving around so much. This spot, it's my spot, you see. Been here before, I think. Yes, this is where I belong.

Sometimes the most profound transformation happens in complete silence. It’s that exact moment you stop apologizing for taking up space and start honoring the person you’ve become through the fire. You realize your worth was never up for debate, and finally, you begin to breathe again.

Look at them, scurrying about in their concrete hives, building higher walls between themselves and nature. They call it progress, but I see only destruction, a species so absorbed in its own importance that it's blind to the death it spreads.

The barrier works differently for special people. Regular workers can't see it, but managers and wizards walk right through. It's like a wall that only stops normal folks, while the chosen ones pass freely.