text_original: A thousand conflicting sounds — not the morning noises of the waking city — hissed and buzzed, and roared and thundered in her ears, growing louder and louder and louder, until they all melted away in the fast  gathering darkness.
text_transcription: A THOUSAND CONFLICTING SOUNDS NOT THE MOURNING NOISES OF THE WAKING CITY HISSED AND BUZZED AND ROARED AND THUNDERED IN HER EARS GROWING LOUDER AND LOUDER AND LOUDER UNTIL THEY ALL MELTED AWAY IN THE FAST GATHERING DARKNESS
phonemes: ɐ θˈaʊzənd kənflˈɪktɪŋ sˈaʊndz — nˌɑːt ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ nˈɔɪzᵻz ʌvðə wˈeɪkɪŋ sˈɪɾi — hˈɪst ænd bˈʌzd, ænd ɹˈɔːɹd ænd θˈʌndɚd ɪn hɜːɹ ˈɪɹz, ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ lˈaʊdɚ ænd lˈaʊdɚɹ ænd lˈaʊdɚ, ʌntˈɪl ðeɪ ˈɔːl mˈɛltᵻd ɐwˈeɪ ɪnðə fˈæst ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ dˈɑːɹknəs.