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The audio commences with the clear, resonant creak of an entrance being accessed, the distinct sound of metal on metal. It's the opening of a fence gate, the sound unmistakable, as if it's echoing from a place of solitude. The gate, possibly wrought iron, squeals as it resists, and then gives way. The listener can almost feel the cold metal handle in their hand as they push it open. The ambiance changes subtly as the gate swings wide open, a sense of expectancy fills the air, like the world has been suddenly broadened. The metallic rasp of the gate’s hinge lingers for a moment, before it's replaced by a soft, anticipatory silence. Then, the gate begins to close. There's a decisive finality to the sound - the sharp clatter of metal meeting metal, a sense of security restored. The gate has been shut, the entrance closed off once more. The sense of solitude returns, the only sound that remains
