text_original: NIGHT had fallen ; a cold wind whistled around the Cursed Tower, and the doors of Vygla ruin rattled on their hinges, as if the same hand had shaken all of them at once.
text_transcription: NIGHT HAD FALLEN A COLD WIND WHISTLED AROUND THE CURSED TOWER AND THE DOORS OF VIGLER RUIN RATTLED ON THEIR HINGES AS IF THE SAME HAND HAD SHAKEN ALL OF THEM AT ONCE
phonemes: nˈaɪt hæd fˈɔːlən ; ɐ kˈoʊld wˈɪnd wˈɪsəld ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə kˈɜːst tˈaʊɚ, ænd ðə dˈɔːɹz ʌv vˈɪɡlɚ ɹˈuːɪn ɹˈæɾəld ˌɔn ðɛɹ hˈɪndʒᵻz, æz ɪf ðə sˈeɪm hˈænd hæd ʃˈeɪkən ˈɔːl ʌv ðˌɛm ɐtwˈʌns.