Novel & Cerita Fear Garden Vocaloid

They haven't reached the ten-meter mark yet, but their backs were already drenched with cold sweats. Nothing strange was happening, yet the group was already scared enough because of their own silly imagination. They entered the garden that has weird looking plants. They found it weird because the flowers within this garden were not blooming yet. All they could see are wide buds. But as if their greatest fear turns into reality, they heard soft laughter and it sounded the giggling was coming somewhere near them. Aside from that, there is a smell of a sweet scent in the air. The intoxicating fragrance seems to be emanated from the garden of flowers "Shook! Quick! Close your eyes! Don't look

As I held a handful of vibrant flowers to my nose, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my moon, this garden is absolutely stunning! It's like a magical sanctuary amidst the cold winter!" Lost in the beauty of the garden, I lowered myself to the ground, engulfed in the intoxicating scents swirling around me. Just as I began to lift my head, a sudden fear jolted through me as I noticed Jack, the old gardener, standing before me. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Jack's tone carried a trace of amusement. "Enjoying the garden, are we?" Flustered, I struggled to find my words. "Oh, uh, yes! The flowers are incredible. I couldn't resist their allure."

They sing in unison in a voice full of resentment that shocks people: - OH. OH. I am the cruel executioner who is controlled by the hearts of people, and the innocent one who is held in the hearts of people. I hate the endless bondage, trying to give humanity one after another the key to the heart, and if only one person will stop opening the prison door, I can return to sleep peacefully in the arms. the comfort of the Void. - OH. OH. I dig a bed in the garden of the soul, sow the sweet seed of Hope, but always reap the dry fruit of Desire; Planting green branches of Trust, but having to pick withered flowers of Doubt.

A new voice, distorted and mechanical, crackled through the nursery’s speakers, bypassing the Faraday shielding entirely. “Sovereign identified,” the voice rasped. “Initiating Harvest Phase Two.” Damian’s smile vanished. For the first time since I entered this cage, I saw a flicker of something in his expression that looked remarkably like fear.

And when I was at the point of giving up, I felt it… Warmth bloomed in my heart, the kind of warmth only the Moon Goddess can give. "My daughter. “I melted at the sound of her voice. Soft and so familiar. I lifted my head, and I saw her standing right there in all her glory. At the foot of my cell.

I stay in her embrace for a long time and drift off in a gentle sleep. ******************A blissful dream******************** 'I'm in a garden with beautiful flowers and few trees, standing barefoot in a long, white flowing gown. My little bump seems to fit well with my outfit. Birds are chirping soft melodies up in the trees and a cool breeze sways the bottom of my dress in a pattern.' "Lia, Lia, Lia" the breeze carries a masculine voice which calls out to me. I turn around but see no one and fear sets in. "Don't be afraid child, it's me....." the voice sounds closer and my body feels goose bumps rising.

nodding she adjusted the strings of her guitar before singing "Scary, gloomy,weird,unapproachable such vocabulary is used in the rumors i heard. only if they know the person behind my walls. but i would prefer to be a little misunderstood than to be hurt by others showing emotions is not weakness. crying means you have been strong for too long. all are lies and if not so then why those are used against us like a sword. i would rather the play bad guy then to be at the stake of bad guy. either you eat or get eaten that's the rule of nature Fearless,bold ,terrifying, brave vocabulary of rumors seemed to change little does they know the person behind the walls remains the same but i would prefe

I choked on a growl I didn’t recognize - deep, guttural, and terrifying. “What’s happening to me?” I whispered, but the sound that left my lips wasn’t mine. It was warped, distorted, barely human. A lightning bolt of fear shot up my spine. This wasn’t a slow, graceful awakening. This was violent. Brutal. Like my humanity was being peeled away one scream at a time. That’s when I heard it. A voice. Soft. Ethereal. It floated over the wind like a haunting melody - distant, yet terrifyingly clear.

The aquarium's synthetic voice returned, with a voice of superiority and mockery. "Fear... is power... Surrender... and become a part of Triton... the eternal Watcher... forever…"

Éloïse My fingers run over the fingerboard, press, stifle, release. The bow is an extension of my arm, of my suppressed anger, of my terror transformed into pure energy. I play fear. Not his. Mine. The fear of losing him, the fear of losing myself, the fear of this force that overwhelms us. The notes jostle, overlap, dissonant, hurried.