text_original: Before noon the last sick tree, the ultimate starved blade of wheat, has perished from sight, and you come to the end of all things, it would seem; a domain of wretchedness unspeakable.
text_transcription: BEFORE NOON THE LAST SICK TREE THE ULTIMATE STARVED BLADE OF WHEAT HAS PERISHED FROM SIGHT AND YOU COME UP TO THE END OF ALL THINGS IT WOULD SEEM A DOMAIN OF WRETCHEDNESS UNSPEAKABLE
phonemes: bᵻfˌɔːɹ nˈuːn ðə lˈæst sˈɪk tɹˈiː, ðɪ ˈʌltᵻmət stˈɑːɹvd blˈeɪd ʌv wˈiːt, hɐz pˈɛɹɪʃt fɹʌm sˈaɪt, ænd juː kˈʌm tə ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz, ɪt wʊd sˈiːm; ɐ dəmˈeɪn ʌv ɹˈɛtʃᵻdnəs ʌnspˈiːkəbəl.