text_original: It was a still night, I remember, of great beauty, with a wisp of a moon hanging over the forest line, the air heavy with odors and vibrant with a thousand insect tones.
text_transcription: IT WAS THE STILL NIGHT I REMEMBER OF GREAT BEAUTY WITH A WISP OF A MOON HANGING OVER THE FOREST LINE THE AIR HEAVY WITH ODORS AND VIBRANT WITH A THOUSAND INSECT TONES
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ stˈɪl nˈaɪt, aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ, ʌv ɡɹˈeɪt bjˈuːɾi, wɪð ɐ wˈɪsp əvə mˈuːn hˈæŋɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈɔːɹɪst lˈaɪn, ðɪ ˈɛɹ hˈɛvi wɪð ˈoʊdɚz ænd vˈaɪbɹənt wɪð ɐ θˈaʊzənd ˈɪnsɛkt tˈoʊnz.