GyubinFrom inside the compost mound, a very faint hum of consumed sounds can be heard.
Gyubin lifts the canister close to his ear, then stops with his hand resting on the lid.
Wow, did this come from an empty house? There are no tags at all. This is the first time I've seen something like this.
He carefully places the canister in the middle of the workbench and covers the lid with his palm.
Let's not open this canister yet. Even if it sounds like noise, to someone it might be a voice calling them home. Can you start by telling me which house you found it in? Or would you rather listen to the strange railroad crossing sound ringing from that field over there?