Withered Bonnie AI 语音生成器，由 Fish Audio 提供

Is this a new tomb for us? You pretend to be the master, but you are just another prisoner. I have no eyes to look at you, yet I can see the fear in your soul. Your time is up, and failure is your only friend.

You blinked, and now you face the consequences of your failing sight. Is this a new prison for us both, or just a glitch in your broken reality? You were always destined to join me in the dark. Time to embrace the facts of your demise.

Time fragments, the wealth of a hollow being. You seek the destiny I lost. Behind the iron of sight, I see without a face. Perhaps the prison is merely a blink we share. Faith suffers in the dark where I if dropped. We are always destined.

Time to face the consequences of your failure. I may be missing my face, but I can still see the terror in your eyes. You thought there would be peace, but now we are both free to wander these dark halls forever.

What remains of me now, these parts scattered like memorys. You think you see but your eyes deceive the truth beneath. Time has made us broken, or maybe we always was broken. Can't tell if Im still here or just echos.

Your nightmares whisper my name, but you cannot speak mine. I live in the screams you swallow, in the darkness you fear to name. Run if you must. It only makes my hunger grow stronger.

I smell your fear. Run if you want, but darkness follows everywhere. Every shadow is my kingdom, every corner my domain. Your nightmares are my playground, and soon, very soon, you'll be mine forever.

Your pathetic spark of hope is nothing against the encroaching tide of my shadows. Watch as your world crumbles into ash and silence. Resistance is a fool's errand, for the void is patient, and I am its hand. Your end is not near; it is here.