新嘗試：AI有聲書英文版悄悄上線~Flameblood City: The Ballad of Rebirth

今天嘗試了一下AI語音技術，發現英文的表現似乎更穩定一些。

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因為第一次錄製，5:14 後空白敬請大家見諒

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Since it's my first recording, there's an unexpected silence after 5:14. Please forgive me for that!

Chapter 1: The Thousand-Year Fate - The Queen's Rebirth From the fantasy novel "Flameblood City: The Ballad of Rebirth"

A winter night unlike any other. The cold wind howled through the mountain passes, carrying a bite sharp enough to cut. In Xingyu City, the night lay calm and still. Sparse figures dotted the streets, and the faint glow of streetlights traced gentle pools of light on the pavement, following the quiet steps of late-night wanderers. But in the heart of this tranquil night, an extraordinary event was quietly taking shape inside an old, weather-beaten hospital.

Inside the delivery room, the atmosphere was taut with anticipation. A faint, but tangible tension hung in the air. The baby was arriving a month early. Doctors and nurses moved with precise urgency, their hands darting between medical instruments like trained dancers. Despite their vast experience, every premature birth felt like a roll of the dice against fate.

"Breathe deep. The baby’s almost here," a nurse’s voice came, soft but steady as she wiped the sweat from the mother’s brow with a gentle touch.

Out in the hallway, the mother’s own mother sat on a bench, her heart as frigid as the winter winds outside. Her eyes lifted to the window, where the sky loomed heavy with darkness. No moonlight softened the night—only a sparse collection of faint stars shimmered in the distance. Her chest tightened with a formless dread, an unspoken sense of unease coiling in her core. It was as if the distant starlight was murmuring secrets only she could hear.

Time felt suspended, every second dragging on like a century. Then, without warning, a baby’s cry shattered the stillness. Sharp and clear, it sliced through the hallway’s quiet like a blade. It wasn’t the soft wail of a fragile newborn—this sound was raw, resonant, and commanding. It carried defiance, echoing with enough force to send chills down the spines of everyone within earshot.

"It’s here!" The doctor’s voice wavered with awe and relief.

As the cry reverberated through the room, the baby’s small body stirred in the nurse’s arms. Tiny fingers flexed and curled, and her brows drew together, as if she were already grappling with the unfamiliar world around her. Her defiance wasn’t loud, but it was undeniable—like an unseen force radiating from her, subtle yet impossible to ignore.

At that moment, the starlight outside flickered. It was faint but unmistakable, as though some unseen force had stirred the cosmos. The elderly woman’s eyes widened. She shot to her feet, tears brimming as she hurried to the delivery room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath short. Something about this child… something about her was unlike anything she’d felt before.

The nurse cradled the baby with practiced care and handed her to the mother. Her eyes remained shut, her tiny chest rising and falling steadily. Her skin glowed faintly—a soft, rosy luster that seemed to thrum with vitality. The mother’s arms trembled as she held her child close, feeling the warmth of this fragile new life against her chest. But deep in her heart, a faint unease lingered—an unshakable feeling that the child she held in her arms did not wholly belong to this world.

"This child… She’s special," the nurse’s voice was a quiet murmur, her gaze locked on the newborn’s face, unable to look away.

The wind outside shrieked as it swept past the hospital’s windows, like an unseen choir of distant voices. The arrival of the baby had been met with the call of the wind—a song without words, reverberating through the stillness of the night. Exhaustion overtook the mother. Her eyelids drifted shut, her body finally surrendering to the weight of fatigue. And as she slipped into sleep, vivid dreams engulfed her mind.

In her dreams, she saw a world shrouded in blood-red light. The earth was scorched and cracked, and a heavy, oppressive sky pressed down from above. In the distance, an enormous throne loomed, unmoving and indomitable, a symbol of absolute might and authority. But the world around it was in turmoil. Soldiers clashed with wild ferocity, their shouts lost beneath the deafening roar of flames that devoured the battlefield. Blades flashed like streaks of silver lightning, every swing carving terror and despair into the faces of those who fought and fled. Fire engulfed every corner of the war-torn land, fierce and unrelenting.

The mother didn’t understand. Were these visions? Warnings? Her heart pounded in her chest, and she knew—she knew without doubt—that this world of blood and fire was bound to the child she had just brought into existence. Her breath caught as vivid images of war, fire, and steel seared into her mind, branding her with a truth too profound to deny.

Her heart whispered a single, undeniable truth: This child—her child—was destined for a fate far beyond the ordinary.