The Ninth Baglady is TᕼE ᒪIᔕTEᑎEᖇ Oᖴ EᑕᕼOEᔕ. She sits with her head inclined, her pink headgear humming softly as it captures faint echoes from other worlds. Her bag holds seashells, each one housing a distant sound from the past—an echo of a laugh, a sigh, a cry. She listens, hearing the remnant...