Once upon a nocturne, when the moon wore polka dots, the frequency of chirps became the currency of secrets. The sparrows, who were normally far too formal, took to tapping into these hidden frequencies, murmuring their gossips at precisely 13.37 MHz.
Yet, it was not the sparrows that caused the real unnerving whispers in the dark. It was the crickets, who claimed that they knew the Prime Number of Chirps. To this day, no listener has discerned the magic numeral.
Why, a wise toad once said, did the vibrational melody carry hints of forgotten conversations between clouds? The theories become stranger, some whispering about frogs night-conferencing with astral projection.
Should you wish to decode nightsong and the profound philosophy therein, perhaps twiddling the mysterious dial at the center of your soul will suffice. Or click here for the manual: Unexpected Tunes.