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The audio begins with the unmistakable sound of footsteps, each one deliberately placed, echoing in the quiet. It's a rhythmic pattern, a slow and steady descent down a set of well-worn stairs. The stairs themselves seem to be old, made of wood, and every step taken on them elicits a high-pitched, squeaky creak that reverberates in the space. The creaking is persistent, a chorus accompanying the listener on their journey downstairs. As the descent continues, the indoors' enclosed ambiance starts to give way to the spaciousness of the outdoors. The creaking of the steps blend with the faint sounds of the outside world, indicating the final transition from the squeaky, echoing staircase to the boundless outdoors.