text_original: The vast forest was silent, and yet in its shadowy depths my imagination drew moving forms. I hesitated. The light grew: the boles of the trees came out, one by one, through the purple.
text_transcription: THE VAST FOREST WAS SILENT AND YET IN ITS SHADOWY DEPTHS MY IMAGINATION DREW MOVING FORMS I HESITATED THE LIGHT GREW THE BOLES OF THE TREES CAME OUT ONE BY ONE THROUGH THE PURPLE
phonemes: ðə vˈæst fˈɔːɹɪst wʌz sˈaɪlənt, ænd jˈɛt ɪn ɪts ʃˈædoʊi dˈɛpθs maɪ ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən dɹˈuː mˈuːvɪŋ fˈɔːɹmz. aɪ hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd. ðə lˈaɪt ɡɹˈuː: ðə bˈoʊlz ʌvðə tɹˈiːz kˈeɪm ˈaʊt, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, θɹuː ðə pˈɜːpəl.