[He looks up briefly at the patched hole. Since there isn't a hole now, maybe that part came from someone else too. It must look enough like the place she remembers for her to call it hers, though.]
[He wonders if she's something like him, if she can hear things like that. He moves just inside the hole, careful not to step on any flowers, and crouches down to look at them more closely.]
Yes. There are no songs or whispers here. Everything is silent.
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[He wonders if she's something like him, if she can hear things like that. He moves just inside the hole, careful not to step on any flowers, and crouches down to look at them more closely.]
Yes. There are no songs or whispers here. Everything is silent.