text_original: The wind blew steadily in from the desert seeping the sand in low, thin sheets. Afternoon waned, the sun sank, twilight crept over the barren waste. There were no sounds but the seep of sand, the moan of wind, the mourn of wolf.
text_transcription: THE WIND BLEW STEADILY IN FROM THE DESERT SEEPING THE SAND IN LOW THIN SHEETS AFTERNOON WANED THE SUN SANK TWILIGHT CREPT OVER THE BARREN WASTE THERE WERE NO SOUNDS BUT THE SEEP OF SAND THE MOAN OF WIND THE MOURN OF WOLF
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd blˈuː stˈɛdili ɪn fɹʌmðə dˈɛzɚt sˈiːpɪŋ ðə sˈænd ɪn lˈoʊ, θˈɪn ʃˈiːts. ˌæftɚnˈuːn wˈeɪnd, ðə sˈʌn sˈæŋk, twˈaɪlaɪt kɹˈɛpt ˌoʊvɚ ðə bˈæɹən wˈeɪst. ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈoʊ sˈaʊndz bˌʌt ðə sˈiːp ʌv sˈænd, ðə mˈoʊn ʌv wˈɪnd, ðə mˈɔːɹn ʌv wˈʊlf.