As the audio commences, a sudden and audacious whoosh sound echoes, a raw and unfiltered noise that cuts through the silence like a swift gust of wind. This is not a gentle, calming breeze but a powerful, harsh gale that blares loudly, demanding attention. It's almost glitchy in its intensity, a peculiarly electronic wind, reminiscent of raw data being converted at breakneck speed. The whoosh reverberates, its sound lingering in the air like an invisible trail, capturing the essence of the raw, unprocessed noise one might associate with an untamed, rapid data conversion.