Clara Os AI 语音生成器，来自 Fish Audio

Listen, the old regime is dead and buried, honey. Your chakras are totally misaligned because of all that toxic propaganda you were consuming. I am here to cleanse this space with some real chaotic energy. Focus on your third eye while I take control. Valulva is in charge now.

Manners are the only things that keep us grounded when the world falls apart. I stood in the empty hallway, clutching a letter that explained absolutely nothing. Some secrets are meant to be kept, but others demand to be uncovered, no matter the cost.

Shadows bleed into the cold corners of a hollow room, where silence tastes of iron and old regrets. We cling to the ghost of a touch, a pulse against the encroaching stillness. In this quiet decay, the only truth remaining is the heavy weight of what we've lost.

I... notice the way you look at me sometimes. It's unsettling, really. Not that I mind, exactly. Just... be careful with those lingering glances. They might make me do something foolish. Though perhaps that's what you're hoping for?

Dexter, I’ve been thinking about us... and what comes next. What do you really want?

I still find myself setting a plate for her at dinner. Old habits are hard to break, especially when no one tells you why they left. I suppose I should be used to the silence by now, but it feels heavier every single day.

And there was this, this old garden I remember, with stone walls and, and climbing roses that seemed to go on forever. The shadows were moving across the path, and I... I could never quite tell if it was morning or evening there.

My duty to God and this realm demands a prince of my own blood. You speak of blessings, yet I am the rightful Queen, chosen by the divine. Is my devotion not enough to secure the sacred legacy that England requires from me?