Rayni the Rain Frog had seen it all. From the formation of the first lily pads to the memes that now danced through the cloud servers, he’d lived through epochs of rain and revolution. His skin bore the moss of time, and his eyes shimmered like thunderheads thick with prophecy. But it was his bones—those ancient, calcified conduits—that truly whispered to him.

When the world trembled quietly, before the humans noticed and the algorithms picked up the shift, Rayni felt it: a triple thrum in the air. Three incoming storms. Not the kind that drenched forests or rattled tin roofs—but the kind that moved markets.