She hummed. A low, round sound rose from her chest, an attempt at something that might have been a half-remembered lullaby. The recorder blinked. The sound was empty and full at once, like the memory of rain. When she finished, the cursor on her phone vibrated with a reply she hadn’t expected to receive there: Upload.
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We lost something here. Will you help us find it? She hummed