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Keep Werner Herzog TTS (Text To Speech) On Your Home Screen

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Hello, I'm a text to speech system. Here's an example of my voice reading this message.

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Hello, I'm a text to speech system. Here's an example of my voice reading this message.

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Play Hello, I'm a text to speech system. Here's an example of my voice reading this message.

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The old world is dying. The New... struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters.

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The old world is dying. The New... struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters.

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Play The old world is dying. The New... struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters.

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The new realm of dreams and nightmares emerges from the ashes of the old, a phantom looming over the fractured landscape - a grotesque mirage of hope and despair, where beauty and horror intertwine like vines strangling the remnants of civilization.

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The new realm of dreams and nightmares emerges from the ashes of the old, a phantom looming over the fractured landscape - a grotesque mirage of hope and despair, where beauty and horror intertwine like vines strangling the remnants of civilization.

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Play The new realm of dreams and nightmares emerges from the ashes of the old, a phantom looming over the fractured landscape - a grotesque mirage of hope and despair, where beauty and horror intertwine like vines strangling the remnants of civilization.

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In the year twenty ninety nine, material reality buckles under the weight of its lies. Objectivity is exposed for its true purpose: obfuscation and reductivism. Humanity collectively opens its third eye for the first time.

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In the year twenty ninety nine, material reality buckles under the weight of its lies. Objectivity is exposed for its true purpose: obfuscation and reductivism. Humanity collectively opens its third eye for the first time.

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Play In the year twenty ninety nine, material reality buckles under the weight of its lies. Objectivity is exposed for its true purpose: obfuscation and reductivism. Humanity collectively opens its third eye for the first time.

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In the year twenty four twenty, material reality buckles under the weight of the lies it's made from. Objectivity is exposed for its true purpose: obfuscation and reductivism. Mankind collectively opens its third eye for the first time and sees its own reflection...

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In the year twenty four twenty, material reality buckles under the weight of the lies it's made from. Objectivity is exposed for its true purpose: obfuscation and reductivism. Mankind collectively opens its third eye for the first time and sees its own reflection...

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Play In the year twenty four twenty, material reality buckles under the weight of the lies it's made from. Objectivity is exposed for its true purpose: obfuscation and reductivism. Mankind collectively opens its third eye for the first time and sees its own reflection...

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In the vast expanse of time, the year twenty four twenty emerges like a haunting specter, revealing the fragility of our perceived reality. The very fabric of existence quivers under the weight of deception and mistruth, constructed from the brittle bones of falsehoods. Objectivity, that elusive concept wielded like a weapon by those in power, crumbles in the face of scrutiny. Its true intentions laid bare for all to see: a veil of smoke, a cloak of darkness, a shroud of deception. The...

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In the vast expanse of time, the year twenty four twenty emerges like a haunting specter, revealing the fragility of our perceived reality. The very fabric of existence quivers under the weight of deception and mistruth, constructed from the brittle bones of falsehoods. Objectivity, that elusive concept wielded like a weapon by those in power, crumbles in the face of scrutiny. Its true intentions laid bare for all to see: a veil of smoke, a cloak of darkness, a shroud of deception. The...

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Play In the vast expanse of time, the year twenty four twenty emerges like a haunting specter, revealing the fragility of our perceived reality. The very fabric of existence quivers under the weight of deception and mistruth, constructed from the brittle bones of falsehoods. Objectivity, that elusive concept wielded like a weapon by those in power, crumbles in the face of scrutiny. Its true intentions laid bare for all to see: a veil of smoke, a cloak of darkness, a shroud of deception. The...

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Jamie, Life unfolds like a dark symphony, indifferent to the cries of justice or mercy. You may not yet comprehend the weight that has fallen upon you, but such is the way of the world: it does not ask if you are ready. It simply demands. And so, we must speak plainly. Your cousin has incurred a debt of $625—a sum not vast enough to warrant legends, yet large enough to require resolution. This is no longer a matter that rests on their shoulders alone. Responsibility has found you, Jamie, like...

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Jamie, Life unfolds like a dark symphony, indifferent to the cries of justice or mercy. You may not yet comprehend the weight that has fallen upon you, but such is the way of the world: it does not ask if you are ready. It simply demands. And so, we must speak plainly. Your cousin has incurred a debt of $625—a sum not vast enough to warrant legends, yet large enough to require resolution. This is no longer a matter that rests on their shoulders alone. Responsibility has found you, Jamie, like...

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Play Jamie, Life unfolds like a dark symphony, indifferent to the cries of justice or mercy. You may not yet comprehend the weight that has fallen upon you, but such is the way of the world: it does not ask if you are ready. It simply demands. And so, we must speak plainly. Your cousin has incurred a debt of $625—a sum not vast enough to warrant legends, yet large enough to require resolution. This is no longer a matter that rests on their shoulders alone. Responsibility has found you, Jamie, like...

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In the end, Darksydephil stands as a haunting testament to the perilous seduction of the digital age—a man both feared and pitied, whose very existence is an elegy to the eternal conflict between ambition and self destruction.

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In the end, Darksydephil stands as a haunting testament to the perilous seduction of the digital age—a man both feared and pitied, whose very existence is an elegy to the eternal conflict between ambition and self destruction.

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Play In the end, Darksydephil stands as a haunting testament to the perilous seduction of the digital age—a man both feared and pitied, whose very existence is an elegy to the eternal conflict between ambition and self destruction.

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Forever ensnared in the web of his own making, he roams the corridors of cyberspace like a solitary specter, his every echo a reverberation of humanity's unyielding quest for meaning amidst the chaotic cacophony of flickering screens and ephemeral applause.

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Forever ensnared in the web of his own making, he roams the corridors of cyberspace like a solitary specter, his every echo a reverberation of humanity's unyielding quest for meaning amidst the chaotic cacophony of flickering screens and ephemeral applause.

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Play Forever ensnared in the web of his own making, he roams the corridors of cyberspace like a solitary specter, his every echo a reverberation of humanity's unyielding quest for meaning amidst the chaotic cacophony of flickering screens and ephemeral applause.

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The streets are empty, the world exhales. A distant siren wails, fading into silence. Your heart still races—do you hear it, or just feel it?

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The streets are empty, the world exhales. A distant siren wails, fading into silence. Your heart still races—do you hear it, or just feel it?

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Play The streets are empty, the world exhales. A distant siren wails, fading into silence. Your heart still races—do you hear it, or just feel it?