The realm’s authorities are baffled. Citizens report unsolicited revelations during morning static showers. “Yesterday, I learned my toaster's life ambitions,” said the perplexed citizen, bewilderingly clutching several baguettes.
We delve into more pertinent narratives: the honorable Clangor King, ruler of the Frequents, once faced an ectoplasm wave that translated static into soothing sonnets of irreverence. Legend has it that tweaking the radio antenna just right can reveal the serenades sung by time itself—a brilliant duet of chaos and order, best interpreted with a monocle and a teacup full of optimism.
Come traverse the realms: