April 17, 2026. 405. Receiving a wooden box as a gift inside an empty shop. The rich's secret books, a recorded headset voice recorder, a bucket of excrement... > Bonds Gallery

I enter a shop.

The shop is empty.

It seems the woman who used to run this shop gifted me a wooden chest of drawers.

It is a square, handmade locker.

The wooden panels are composite wood, but it is sturdy, solid, and well-crafted with a tight fit.

The exterior is finished with fine sandpaper, making it smooth and allowing the wood grain to be clearly visible.

I take this home and wonder where to put it, how to use it... how to carry it?

I think.

I look at the counter at the entrance. Inside, there is a wooden safe.

It has a grid structure with two sections, one above and one below. It is structured with drawers inside.

Cash is placed inside the drawers,

and the front grid section is where it is locked with a metal padlock.

I know this by feel.

However, the inside of the safe and the counter desk are empty.

Come to think of it, this used to be a shop,

but there are no goods, and it looks bare with only a few pieces of furniture remaining.

Are they closing down the shop? I wonder.

"I told them to leave. It smells and spoils things."

The female building owner speaks to me from beside me.

The middle-aged woman with permed hair speaks as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

She means they are kicking me out of this building.

"Ah," I finally understood the situation.

The shop owner who gifted me the wooden box is no longer able to run the shop, so

she called me over and gave me the box.

Come to think of it, this space is inside the building. Inside the large dining room.

I talk to the female building owner at the food serving area.

There are many small tables in front. We sit here to eat the food we received.

...

There is a wall visible from the outside.

It is a wall made of tightly packed stones. It is a wall made by mixing small stones with something like cement or lime.

It is a wall about the height of a person, structured in an oval shape to protect the inside of the house.

Although I am looking from the outside, I can faintly see that there is a shelf structure inside.

- This is a secret space found in a resort for the wealthy in the Mediterranean.

I know it intuitively. This is the rich's secret drawer.

And I enter the village where these walls are located.

The stairs leading up lead to an alley, which is narrow. The houses are closely packed together.

I climb the stairs, enter the house, and observe the inside of the wall.

As expected, the inside is made up of a shelf structure.

It is an outdoor shelf.

- Ah. This is a shelf on the fourth floor. Just how rich must they be?

I speak to myself.

I slowly observe the structure of the shelf. Since it is outside, I was worried about rain coming in, but

the shelves are wrapped in an oval structure and meet the roof,

so it doesn't seem like the rain will have much of an impact.

Looking at the lowest level, it is a flower bed.

In the area connecting to the flower bed, there are small towers or structures made of stacked stones. It looks like this area would get wet if it rained.

Well, since it is a flower bed, I suppose it will be fine.

After looking around inside the fence like this, I turn around

and observe the house as I walk through the yard.

Just as I am about to turn the corner, a nun comes out of the last room.

She then hands me a wireless headset recorder with something already recorded on it.

It is designed to be worn around the neck and listened to through earphones.

I walk along holding this headset, observing.

The earphone wires are thicker than the standard ones. They are sturdy.

Ah, this is St. Basil's Cathedral. It is a place for prayer.

A church nestled among houses on a slight hill.

I walk down the alleyway from this church that looks like a house.

From the outside, the church-house looks quite substantial.

"I should share this recording with my friends," I think.

Normally, I would have been interested in the headset itself and wondered how I could play around with it, but not today.

..

Sleek beauties are talking next to me.

I am sitting down, but they nudge me.

I was eating bread, but as soon as she nudged me,

I got up and looked for a faucet. I was looking for drinking water.

When I stood up, they looked at me wondering what was going on.

I was just thirsty and looking for tap water...

I look for a dipper. However, there is a dipper nearby

named "Poop Dipper." The poop hasn't been scooped out yet, but even though it is brand new, I feel a sense of revulsion. I look for another dipper.

Perhaps because it was named "poop dipper," I don't want to drink water from this one.