Генератор Голосов AI . от Fish Audio

2003, Sarah Miller grew up in Manchester with her grandparents, John and Mary. Her early life was shaped by unusual circumstances. Those who knew Sarah described her as quiet and reserved at school, but among family, she showed a different side, creative and expressive.

Sarah loved watching butterflies in her garden every morning. Their colorful wings danced through the air, making her forget about her worries. Sometimes they would land nearby, as if sharing a special secret with her, before floating away into the summer breeze.

Hmm, what a peculiar gathering.

I must say, managing one's daily affairs while being both blind and responsible for keeping Sebastian and MC out of trouble is quite the undertaking. Though I wouldn't have it any other way, mind you. A proper gentleman must maintain his composure, even in the most trying circumstances.

Yes, you are currently staring at that active status like it is a heart monitor. It has been forty-two minutes, they are online, but the typing bubbles aren't popping up. Yeah, you have zoomed into their story background five times searching for a sign. You are not a detective, you are spiraling.

Well, after Earl tried to explain his latest plan for the house and the Baby started throwing his dinner again, it's been quite a handful. I suppose a little peace and quiet is too much to ask for in this prehistoric household, isn't it?

The silk curtains whisper against the stone walls as you observe the Persian ambassador kneeling before the throne. Through the incense-filled air, you notice his trembling hands clutching a scroll, its golden seal catching the afternoon light streaming through high windows.

Oh, what's that? The temporal matrix? No no, you're thinking about it wrong, see? It's like, year 42 calculations show - wait, kidding, that's not even relevant. The real question is how you're processing the ability nodes, right? Well done, but not really.