Yellow Jacket

Overview
The Mudhole Choir is counted among the 100 Wonders of Hemera, not for its size or grandeur, but for its haunting beauty. By day it is an ordinary wetland, stagnant water, reeds, clouds of insects. But at dusk, when the sun bleeds into the horizon, the frogs begin to sing. The sound is no ordinary croaking: it is structured, layered, resonant. Thousands of throats align in perfect harmony, weaving music that feels orchestrated, with rises, pauses, and refrains. To hear it once is to never forget it.

The Firebelly Singing Frogs
The Choir's voices belong to a unique species known as Firebelly Singing Frogs. They are small, squat amphibians with luminous red-orange bellies that glow faintly under moonlight, making the marsh water shimmer as if filled with embers.

Song: Each season brings a different melody. Spring songs are fast and jubilant, summer's are deep and rolling, autumn brings mournful tones, and winter's songs are thin, eerie, and hauntingly beautiful.

Captivity: People once tried to catch and keep them. Away from the marsh, the frogs survive but fall silent. They never sing in cages or glass tanks.

Toxin: Their beauty hides danger. The frogs exude a potent neurotoxin through their skin. Touching one without protection causes burning rashes; ingestion is lethal. Birds and fish avoid them instinctively.

The Marsh

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Appearance: The wetlands appear unremarkable during the day: a stretch of shallow, muddy pools ringed with reeds. The red of the frogs' bellies is only visible when they leap, flashing like sparks.

Night: When the choir begins, the marsh transforms. The glowing bellies of the frogs reflect across the dark water, pulsing in time with the rhythm of their songs. The effect is breathtaking — a living constellation mirrored in the mud.

Superstitions

Truth in Song: Locals believe the frogs fall silent in the presence of a liar, refusing to sing until the liar departs.

Carried Wishes: Children are told to whisper wishes into the marsh during the Choir, so the frogs can sing them to the gods.

The Silent Year: A recorded year in which the frogs did not sing at all. That same year, crops failed and a plague swept nearby towns. To this day, silence from the Choir is seen as a dire omen.

Attempts at Exploitation

Pets: Traders once tried to sell Firebelly Singing Frogs to nobles in the Green Zone. Without the marsh, the frogs' voices died, and the venture collapsed.

Poison Harvesting: Smugglers tried to extract toxins for use in weapons, but handling the frogs directly is so dangerous that many died in the attempt.

Scientific Study: Green Zone biologists still visit the marsh, baffled by how thousands of frogs maintain such perfect harmonic structure. No recordings ever capture the full resonance.

Status Among the 100 Wonders of Hemera

The Mudhole Choir is one of the rare wonders that is small, fragile, and purely beautiful. Neither empire, corporation, nor Princedom has managed to weaponize it. It simply exists, untouched, dangerous yet enchanting. To stand on its edge at dusk is to feel something that words, machines, or recordings cannot carry, only memory, and the song itself.