So he followed and took a look at the nearby fields.
Yet, just as he had arrived, he heard a cacophony of noises emitting from within the fields...
"No, not noises, but rather some kind of peculiar spiritual waves that were transformed into sounds? What's going on?"
Colin's gaze fell upon the crops as he faintly heard some cries.
"I need water, I need water, I need water..."
"Add some soil to my roots..."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, my fruit is ripe! If you don't harvest it now, you'll miss the prime time to eat it!"
"I want nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium! I want nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium!"
"The seed next door is taking my water, I'm dying of thirst..."
"..."
The strange spiritual waves, like the croaking of bullfrogs, came from all around the fields, with some figures wandering among them, planting according to the "voices" emitted by the plants.
"Hisss, what kind of monstrous farm is this..."