text_original: The moment that she set foot on the golden yellow sward she was surrounded by a swarm of the winged, and yet strangely human creatures. Those nearest to her came and touched her hands and face, and stroked the folds of her dress. Others looked into her violet blue eyes, and others put out their queer little hands and stroked her hair.
text_transcription: THE MOMENT THAT SHE SET FOOT ON THE GOLDEN YELLOW SWARD SHE WAS SURROUNDED BY A SWARM OF THE WINGED AND YET STRANGELY HUMAN CREATURES THOSE NEAREST TO HER CAME AND TOUCHED HER HANDS AND FACE AND STRUCK THE FOLDS OF HER DRESS OTHERS LOOKED INTO HER VIOLET BLUE EYES AND OTHERS PUT OUT THEIR QUEER LITTLE HANDS AND STROKED HER HAIR
phonemes: ðə mˈoʊmənt ðæt ʃiː sˈɛt fˈʊt ɔnðə ɡˈoʊldən jˈɛloʊ swˈɔːɹd ʃiː wʌz sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd baɪ ɐ swˈɔːɹm ʌvðə wˈɪŋd, ænd jˈɛt stɹˈeɪndʒli hjˈuːmən kɹˈiːtʃɚz. ðoʊz nˌɪɹɪst tə hɜː kˈeɪm ænd tˈʌtʃt hɜː hˈændz ænd fˈeɪs, ænd stɹˈoʊkt ðə fˈoʊldz ʌv hɜː dɹˈɛs. ˈʌðɚz lˈʊkt ˌɪntʊ hɜː vˈaɪəlɪt blˈuː ˈaɪz, ænd ˈʌðɚz pˌʊt ˈaʊt ðɛɹ kwˈɪɹ lˈɪɾəl hˈændz ænd stɹˈoʊkt hɜː hˈɛɹ.