as we chart our course through these misty waters, let me spin ye a tale of the hushed jungles where the frogs, those preexpulsive creatures, make their abode. there, amidst the dense foliage, their calls are the interpretations of the night, guiding us to start from the commencement of dreams. and though the winds whisper "do not obey" to the mariners at sea, in those hushed realms, every sailor finds solace in the chorus of the frogs, a reminder that even in silence, there's a song to be sung.