text_original: The mist still hovered over the valleys, and shut us off from the lower lands, but it was no longer cold and sombre; indeed, it was no longer mist at all; it seemed just light enmeshed, a liquid golden atmosphere.
text_transcription: THE MIST STILL HOVERED OVER THE VALLEYS AND SHUT US OFF FROM THE LOWER LANDS BUT IT WAS NO LONGER COLD AND SOMBRE INDEED IT WAS NO LONGER MIST AT ALL IT SEEMED JUST LIGHT ENMESHED A LIQUID GOLDEN ATMOSPHERE
phonemes: ðə mˈɪst stˈɪl hˈʌvɚd ˌoʊvɚ ðə vˈælɪz, ænd ʃˈʌt ˌʌs ˈɔf fɹʌmðə lˈoʊɚ lˈændz, bˌʌt ɪt wʌz nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ kˈoʊld ænd sˈɑːmbɚ; ˌɪndˈiːd, ɪt wʌz nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ mˈɪst æɾ ˈɔːl; ɪt sˈiːmd dʒˈʌst lˈaɪt ɛnmˈɛʃt, ɐ lˈɪkwɪd ɡˈoʊldən ˈætməsfˌɪɹ.