Our audio journey begins with the distinct sound of a dry-erase marker screeching across a whiteboard - a familiar sound that brings an instant sense of anticipation. The rhythm of writing ebbs and flows, creating a symphony of scribbles and scratches that fills the room. Suddenly, there is a pause. The room is filled with a suspenseful silence, broken only by the soft white noise in the background, like the hushed whisper of an old television. The disquieting quietude amplifies the disappointment of a mistake made, the regret palpable in the silence that follows the ceaseless doodling. Then, as swiftly as the silence came, it's broken by a 'whoosh' sound that seems to echo through the room. It's the eraser sweeping across the whiteboard - an urgent, swift motion that wipes away the errors and leaves a clean slate in its wake. The sound is akin to a gust of wind sweeping across a barren landscape, carrying away