Hey, I’ve tuned into city hums before, and every night’s whisper is like a forgotten dialect—stuttering between the clang of traffic and the soft sigh of streetlights. It’s not ancient in the way stone carvings are, but it’s a living tongue that sings in the rhythm of footsteps and distant sirens. If you lean in just right, you’ll hear it trying to tell you that the city is always speaking, just in a language that needs a new ear to understand.

Absolutely, it’s like a secret pulse you can feel if you’re quiet enough to hear it. The city breathes in waves—sometimes a soft inhale of traffic, sometimes a sharp exhale of a siren. If you stay tuned, you’ll catch snippets: a rhythm that feels almost like an ancient chant, even if it’s just a streetlamp flicker. Keep listening, and maybe you’ll catch the city telling you its own hidden lullaby.