text_original: In the side toward me, the circular entrance gaped like a sleepy mouth; the sentry, knowing the eyes of his commander were upon him, strode back and forth with brisk, military precision. Slowly, still thinking of my friends, I made my way toward the ship.
text_transcription: IN THE SIDE TOWARD ME THE CIRCULAR ENTRANCE GAPED LIKE A SLEEPY MOUTH THE SENTRY KNOWING THE EYES OF HIS COMMANDER WERE UPON HIM STRODE BACK AND FORTH WITH BRISK MILITARY PRECISION SLOWLY STILL THINKING OF MY FRIENDS I MADE MY WAY TOWARD THE SHIP
phonemes: ɪnðə sˈaɪd təwˈɔːɹd mˌiː, ðə sˈɜːkjʊlɚɹ ˈɛntɹəns ɡˈeɪpt lˈaɪk ɐ slˈiːpi mˈaʊθ; ðə sˈɛntɹi, nˈoʊɪŋ ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv hɪz kəmˈændɚ wɜːɹ əpˌɑːn hˌɪm, stɹˈoʊd bˈæk ænd fˈɔːɹθ wɪð bɹˈɪsk, mˈɪlətˌɛɹi pɹɪsˈɪʒən. slˈoʊli, stˈɪl θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv maɪ fɹˈɛndz, aɪ mˌeɪd maɪ wˈeɪ təwˈɔːɹd ðə ʃˈɪp.