There's a Room for You
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Virtual Voice
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By:
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James D. Patalon
This title uses virtual voice narration
Virtual voice is computer-generated narration for audiobooks.
Victor Hargrove awoke once more in the suffocating embrace of darkness. The void had become a familiar companion, its silence a constant reminder of his isolation. He had spent what felt like an eternity in this endless black, where time lost all meaning and hope flickered like a dying candle. The memories of his vibrant dream—the garden, the laughter, the warmth of his late partner’s hand—had faded like the last rays of sunlight, leaving him to confront the profound loneliness of his existence.
He sat up, or at least he imagined he did, in the same way one might sit in a chair that wasn’t there. The weight of isolation pressed down on him, a tangible force that made it hard to breathe. He felt as if he were suspended in a void, untethered from the world he once knew. The absence of human connection gnawed at him, a relentless ache that pulsed through his chest. He could almost hear the echoes of laughter, the soft murmur of conversation, but they were mere phantoms, teasing him from the edges of his memory.
“Hello?” he called out, his voice trembling as it sliced through the silence. The word hung in the air, swallowed by the darkness, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. No response.
Just the echo of his own desperation bouncing back at him.
Victor pressed his palms against his eyes, willing the darkness to recede. He could feel the edges of his sanity fraying, like an old tapestry unraveling thread by thread. In a desperate attempt to regain control, he began to recite the names of the people he loved, the ones who had shaped his life. “Mom. Dad. Clara. James.” Each name was a lifeline thrown into the abyss, but the void remained unyielding, indifferent to his pleas.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in his mind. “Focus,” he whispered to himself, the sound barely audible in the oppressive silence. “You can do this.” He remembered a mental exercise he had learned during a particularly challenging period in his life—a way to ground himself when everything felt overwhelming.
Victor envisioned a warm light, a soft glow that began at the center of his chest and radiated outward. He imagined it enveloping him, pushing back the darkness...
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