Smooth British RP Audiobook narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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It began its gradual descent, a solitary journey floating toward the earth. Its initial descent through the bitter air moved slowly until it shortly began being accompanied by another of its kind, then another, then another, until one turned into 100. 100 became 1000. Then 1000 became an amount unaccountable in the imaginations of humans. It's o jive shape, sleek, slender, and indistinguishable to its companions, transformed whilst it gently made its way toward the earth bumps and simple, un branched arms grew rapidly around it until its appearance became hexagonal. Then slowly more bumps appeared upon it, and it radiated outwards until morphing into a star like shape. It passed through wispy clouds, wisps sprinkled with shards of sunlight, penetrating through them in golden rays. Its momentum not gathering pace though its flight, brought it closer to the earth, only gliding smoothly on the wind, swaying sideways like a child rocked within its cradle, gradually falling amongst countless gathering companions. The earth below grew sharper, ancient towering mountains, caked densely atop with dense leafy trees stretched far in the distance, monoliths dominating the horizon of the ground Below its heavenly descent an expansive lake lay at the base of the mountains, crystalline waters caressing them and reflecting the sky above shore's lapped along them with bursts of white flume. Beneath the descending object lay a vast expanse of woods, deep shades of lush green foliage in the vast midst, sitting a small town, a town perfectly formed its outskirts, laid out in a perfectly neat square. A town filled with a multitude of lights. A town filled with a multitude of people. A town now perfectly aligned with its trajectory, rooftops were recognizable. The town itself set out in a simplistic grid surrounding a wide town square, its roads interconnecting in straight neat lines. The center of the town held the town hall, standing proudly in the middle of a wide open square. It's white walls, topped with a splendid red roof. Surrounding the square were shops, a garage, a small market, a toy store, a hardware store. People strolled around the town, oblivious to it and its companions approach, drifting past them overhead towards the outskirts of the town, approaching the end of its descent, its reflection could be seen below, a blurred silver reflection becoming clearer until, with crystal clarity it slowly came to rest upon the polished silver surface. Grace stood transfixed, watching the last few meters of the objects descent. The memories of the dream still lingered as always within her thoughts. Taking a bottle of body wash from one shelf, she rubbed it into her hair then across her body, wishing the recollection of the dream was as easy to wash away finishing. She switched the water and lights off and turned to make her way from the shower, placing a towel over her wet hair. She robbed the cloth towel thoroughly, feeling a compelling urge to turn around, continuing to scrub her hair. She turned slowly and stared at the shower screen, watching the suds slide down the glass. Her hands slowed and she watched them slowly form into a broad shape. What on earth she watched the suds slowly form into the unmistakable shape of a butterfly upon the frosted glass, its wings widening and touching both sides of the screen. The towel fell from her hands and onto the bedroom floor, Grace, realizing the suds forming wings were now traveling up the pain, not downwards.