text_original: "Just ... a moment," whispered the stranger. "I'm a bit faint.... I'll be all right...." I stared down at the man, unable to reply. This was a nightmare; no less. I could feel the sentry staring, too.
text_transcription: JUST A MINUTE WHISPERED THE STRANGER I'M A BIT FAINT I'LL BE ALL RIGHT I STARED DOWN AT THE MAN UNABLE TO REPLY THIS WAS A NIGHTMARE NO LESS I COULD FEEL THE CENTURY STARING TOO
phonemes: "dʒˈʌst ... ɐ mˈoʊmənt," wˈɪspɚd ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ. "aɪm ɐ bˈɪt fˈeɪnt.... aɪl biː ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt...." aɪ stˈɛɹd dˌaʊn æt ðə mˈæn, ʌnˈeɪbəl tə ɹᵻplˈaɪ. ðɪs wʌzɐ nˈaɪtmɛɹ; nˈoʊ lˈɛs. aɪ kʊd fˈiːl ðə sˈɛntɹi stˈɛɹɪŋ, tˈuː.