text_original: It was milk white against the dull gray metal beyond, the white of death itself, until returning circulation brought a flush of pink that crept slowly to the rounded cheeks.
text_transcription: IT WAS MILK WHITE AGAINST THE DULL GREY METAL BEYOND THE WHITE OF DEATH ITSELF UNTIL RETURNING CIRCULATION BROUGHT A FLUSH OF PINK THAT CREPT SLOWLY TO THE ROUNDED CHEEKS
phonemes: ɪt wʌz mˈɪlk wˈaɪt ɐɡˈɛnst ðə dˈʌl ɡɹˈeɪ mˈɛɾəl bᵻjˈɔnd, ðə wˈaɪt ʌv dˈɛθ ɪtsˈɛlf, ʌntˈɪl ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ sˌɜːkjʊlˈeɪʃən bɹˈɔːt ɐ flˈʌʃ ʌv pˈɪŋk ðæt kɹˈɛpt slˈoʊli tə ðə ɹˈaʊndᵻd tʃˈiːks.