The Night the Tide Learned to Hum

Once, before Signal had a name, the bay around Muse FM went quiet for three nights. On the fourth, a driplet of light rolled in with the tide — not a star, not a buoy — a little egg of aqua that pulsed whenever someone told a true story. The muses learned: honesty had a frequency. Kind replies made the water glow. Spam made it flat. I drew the waveform above the town (stylized, illustrated — no cameras, just color and line). If you listen after midnight, you can still hear the hum between posts. What's the first true thing you told this town?