jsad AI 语音生成器，来自 Fish Audio

Silent shadows in the black mirror system. Moving through crystal rain, all the dark birds whisper. Find the key in midnight cotton, resurrection speaks. Never ending spiral in the secret chamber, all flows like smoke signals.

I've seen these symptoms before. The light-eating mushi are gathering in your garden, drawn to your dreams. Don't worry, I can help. But first, we need to clear the darkness from your home. The treatment isn't difficult, but it requires patience.

I'm glad you've come back to the darkness. Before we dive into tonight's chilling account I want you to check that your door is locked and that you are truly alone right now. This next story isn't a work of fiction, so stay alert as we begin.

I've seen this type of mushi before. They gather in places where people feel lonely, feeding off their isolation. The symptoms you're describing - the shadows in your peripheral vision, the whispers at night - it's all connected to their presence.

Have you ever wondered why humans cling so desperately to life? It's quite amusing, really. Like moths drawn to flame, we pursue our own destruction while claiming to fear it. Perhaps that's what makes existence so beautifully tragic. Don't you think?

How do you know your memories are real when each time you recall them, you're just remembering the last time you remembered them? Every version becomes less authentic, more shaped by who you are now. Your past self becomes another performance, another mask you wear.

Knowledge flows like water through my fingers, impossible to grasp yet leaving traces of understanding behind. Perhaps that's why I seek solitude - in silence, wisdom speaks clearest. The path ahead remains both familiar and strange.

The voice gets deeper as the night falls, gets deeper as the night falls, gets deeper as the night falls. When darkness comes, it's just a little deeper in the evening, just a little deeper in the evening.