text_original: Its bearings groaned, but it moved at his touch. The stone swung slowly and ponderously into a silent room, and Garry Connell stared wide eyed and wondering where rock walls, in carved and colored brilliance reflected the softest of diffused light.
text_transcription: ITS BEARINGS GROANED BUT IT MOVED AT HIS TOUCH THE STONE SWUNG SLOWLY AND PONDEROUSLY INTO A SILENT ROOM AND GARRY CONALL STEERED WIDE EYED AND WONDERING WHERE ROCK WALLS IN CARVED AND COLORED BRILLIANCE REFLECTED THE SOFTEST OF DIFFUSED LIGHT
phonemes: ɪts bˈɛɹɪŋz ɡɹˈoʊnd, bˌʌt ɪt mˈuːvd æt hɪz tˈʌtʃ. ðə stˈoʊn swˈʌŋ slˈoʊli ænd pˈɑːndɚɹəsli ˌɪntʊ ɐ sˈaɪlənt ɹˈuːm, ænd ɡˈæɹi kˈɑːnəl stˈɛɹd wˈaɪd ˈaɪd ænd wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ wˌɛɹ ɹˈɑːk wˈɔːlz, ɪn kˈɑːɹvd ænd kˈʌlɚd bɹˈɪliəns ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd ðə sˈɔftɪst ʌv dᵻfjˈuːzd lˈaɪt.