It's all one flower.

They're back.

No one… it's a good harvest to be able to confirm that nothing is here.

Cruillo removed the thin stuff from the nearby shelves.

"The regenerator was in the studio, but the power's out, so you just have to watch it"

Say it like you're talking to yourself and give it to Morph.

received reflexively.

Stiff and slippery.

There was an empty painting on top of the paper. Various colors and shapes of clouds float in the blue sky and the sun smiles.

There is a letter on the rainbow across the entire paper, but Morph couldn't read it.

"The song is called" Find This Big Sky ". Have you ever heard of a weather forecast on a state-run radio?

Captain Solniak asks me, nodding small.

"Behind the forecaster's reading up on tomorrow's weather, music will play small. That's it."

"This is..."

When Morph worked at the factory, he was heard the radio news every day during his lunch break.

The end of the show is a corner of the weather forecast.

Always the same song plays quietly and the beginning of the weather forecast is marked.

A modest volume, but colored the forecaster's monotonous voice.

The main melody seemed to turn the clouds flowing as they changed color and shape into sounds, and Morph listened to the songs flowing behind him more than tomorrow's weather.

When the weather forecast ended, they abruptly cut the song longer than the show's ruler (shaku).

Now the record of that weather forecast was in Morph's hands, looking like he had painted that song as it was.

... "Find this great sky"?

The boy soldier Morph rebuffed the song name and was blinded by the corresponding (fuzzy) painting. Cruillo hesitates to speak up.

This is the record inside.

I pulled another one out of the shelf, pulled a blackening disc out of the paper in the painting, and removed the thin bag.

The disc has a hole in the center about the size of a small basin. There are countless concentrically circular thin muscles around the hole that seem to be turning your eyes.

"There's a sound recorded in this ditch."

To Cruillo's explanation, Morph put his gaze back on the record in his hand.

"That's a jacket. The body is easily scratched, so this wraps it up and protects it. If the groove gets dirty, dusty, or scratched, the sound of that part will fly."

"Heh..."

Morph compared himself to the jacket that Cruello had, with a face like he figured out and didn't.

The weather forecast is an empty picture, but what Cruillo has is a picture of a lot of kids in line for the same pose.

This one was hard enough to read to Morph as well.

Cruillo holds the record in his jacket.

The captain who watched him shut up accidentally blew his face.

"You've pulled out a lot of nostalgia."

"You know what?

Stop the hand putting it back on the shelf and Cruillo points the jacket at the captain.

"It's a National Health Gymnastics song."

"Kokumin, do you think this is a big deal?

The voices of the two young men overlap.

The elderly captain spoke with a far-sighted look.

"It was made in the days of the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic. Even during the civil unrest, it happened every morning at school. Anyone of those years knows."

Said to be quite a year, Juvenile Soldier Morph thought of Medvege.

"There's nothing less if I just look at it, and can I show it to my old man, too, suss?

Morph points to a record of national health gymnastics. Cruillo handed over the record, looking surprised.

"I can't listen to you with a blackout, okay?

"Yeah. The captain looks so happy, I'm sure it's a good thing. I'll show it to your old man."

To the innocent words of the boy soldier, the captain broke his licence. It's a smile that seems to be dripping somewhere.

Morph looks at the complexion of the two of them to see if they said anything wrong.

"Just look... here, it's a broadcaster, so maybe there's a self-powered device. With fuel, we might be able to move the regenerator."

While Cruillo says, leave the audio source storage room.

Morph put two records in a shopping bag and followed the room with the captain where the old noise was behaving.

... If you're not so full of long-lived races, you won't be able to listen to them all for the rest of your life.

Morph remembered the height of the shelf again as he ascended the stairs.