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As the audio begins, you first hear the unmistakable rustling of a plastic bag. The sound is light and airy, almost like the whispering of wind through the leaves of a tree. It's the familiar noise of a plastic bag being handled, it's surface being manipulated by unseen hands. The noise becomes more intense as the bag is slowly folded, the plastic crinkling with each careful movement. The hands move deliberately, ensuring that the bag is folded in a precise pattern - a series of folds that reduce the bag to a smaller, more compact size. Then, the crescendo: the unmistakable sound of the plastic bag being crushed. The sound is sharp and loud, a symphony of popping and tearing as the plastic struggles against the force compressing it. It's a powerful noise that fills the audio, echoing with a finality that signifies the end of the bag's existence as it was. As the sound fades, the audio ends, leaving behind only the
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As the audio begins, you first hear the unmistakable rustling of a plastic bag. The sound is light and airy, almost like the whispering of wind through the leaves of a tree. It's the familiar noise of a plastic bag being handled, it's surface being manipulated by unseen hands. The noise becomes more intense as the bag is slowly folded, the plastic crinkling with each careful movement. The hands move deliberately, ensuring that the bag is folded in a precise pattern - a series of folds that reduce the bag to a smaller, more compact size. Then, the crescendo: the unmistakable sound of the plastic bag being crushed. The sound is sharp and loud, a symphony of popping and tearing as the plastic struggles against the force compressing it. It's a powerful noise that fills the audio, echoing with a finality that signifies the end of the bag's existence as it was. As the sound fades, the audio ends, leaving behind only the
