British Accents Narration Demo
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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We ignored the portent that crept into the countryside the day she disappeared. But in the weeks that followed, with no answers as to what would be falling her with no assurance that she lived, we came to understand, and most saw the worst in the blanket of mist that stopped time and shut us from the rest of the world. The ancients sat alone amid the otherworldly flatness of sand, his legs crossed and resting on his knees. Eyes closed, dull, tattered clothes and a charcoal wool overcoat contrasted with his short white hair, which quivered in the breeze while he remained lost in thought. Opening his eyes, he whispered to himself, I know, I know the day or the time no shadow cast from him for a starless dusk rained above Ah, forever hidden son beamed, read over the horizon. Hi. Uh, the red mixed into blue and dissolved into a blackness overhead. But instead of occupying a particular side of the horizon, thie even tie glowed and encircled the landscape, never rising, never falling. Twilight remained constant in this place, dude, preternatural state from under the coloured hes a young woman fixed on me and offered this wish. Good day, sir. She had entered from the adjacent hole. I could only imagine the spectacle that I made thus raised, contorted in a raid in viciousness. But the woman greeted me with a sweet familia smile as though she knew me well and expected such an appearance. She moved to pass me by but stopped and questioned everything all right, sir, I know the lighting's not the best, but the last. He's all we have. The woman resembled a child next to me aloft with her petite form and long, straight blond hair that Hyung passed her waist. She grasped the limb, and from the dull earth tones, more of the rich purple and green appeared. Her lips quivered in disbelief, as if she waited for the rest of herself to catch up. Decent. Is it really you? I heard that you came back to us, but I dared not hope. Her delicate voice contained an undertone of strength. No words came forth. Despite my efforts decent, she drew her fingers across my face and in that touch evoked the answer she much desired. Yes, my response was prompted by a desperate compulsion, as if under a spell and I acknowledged for the first time that given name I recalled intimacies, but the's recollections were incomplete. Still unsure, she held back. It's been so long since you disappeared.