text_original: Then, out of the heart of that dusky whiteness, came a tiny sound; we stood, not breathing, turning our heads.
text_transcription: THEN OUT OF THE HEART OF THAT DUSKY WHITENESS CAME A TINY SOUND WE STOOD NOT BREATHING TURNING OUR HEADS
phonemes: ðˈɛn, ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv ðæt dˈʌski wˈaɪtnəs, kˈeɪm ɐ tˈaɪni sˈaʊnd; wiː stˈʊd, nˌɑːt bɹˈiːðɪŋ, tˈɜːnɪŋ ˌaʊɚ hˈɛdz.