Many people hear the sounds of the faery folk, but remain oblivious. Most hear but do not listen. Some are attuned to the whispers on the breeze and wake up buzzing with ideas. These are the artists, the poets, and the dreamers.
You can sometimes spot them in a crowd by the twinkle in their eyes. They possess the secret knowledge.
One man stands apart. His grin is broad and his gaze vacant. Occasionally, an unnoticed drool slips free from his smiling lips.
They declared him mad many years ago, and care for him now.
He is the Faerie Whisperer.