text_original: The desert was still at work. Nature was no respecter of graves. Life was nothing. Radiant, cold stars blinked pitilessly out of the vast blue black vault of heaven.
text_transcription: THE DESERT WAS STILL AT WORK NATURE WAS NO RESPECTRE OF GRAVES LIFE WAS NOTHING RADIANT COLD STARS BLINKED PITEOUSLY OUT OF THE VAST BLUE BLACK VAULT OF HEAVEN
phonemes: ðə dˈɛzɚt wʌz stˈɪl æt wˈɜːk. nˈeɪtʃɚ wʌz nˈoʊ ɹᵻspˈɛktɚɹ ʌv ɡɹˈeɪvz. lˈaɪf wʌz nˈʌθɪŋ. ɹˈeɪdiənt, kˈoʊld stˈɑːɹz blˈɪŋkt pˈɪɾiləsli ˌaʊɾəv ðə vˈæst blˈuː blˈæk vˈɔlt ʌv hˈɛvən.