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The audio commences with the distinct sound of a piece of plastic being handled. There's a distinctive crunch, a noise that reverberates in your ears with a certain crisp, sharp quality, much like the sound of footsteps on a gravel road. It's followed by a scrunching sound, the unmistakable noise of someone crushing the plastic, squeezing it in their hand with a firm grip. The plastic protests with a series of high pitched crinkles, like the sound of dry leaves underfoot in the fall. As the sound continues, you can almost visualize the plastic being manipulated, twisted, and crumpled. It's a symphony of noise that echoes and rustles, filling the space with a cacophony of sounds that are at once jarring and oddly satisfying. There's an intensity to the crushing sounds, a raw, visceral power that hints at the strength of the unseen hands. The audio concludes with the final crumple, a definitive end to the auditory
