528Hz — the love frequency. Not the rom-com kind, not Valentine’s Day or wedding vows whispered in Pinterest fonts — this is older, hotter, stitched into the meat of the universe. The vibration bees use to talk to flowers. The hum that spins DNA like soft gold thread. You don’t hear it — you remember it. A tuning note for the heart before it calcified. Play it loud enough and the walls start crying, plants lean in, memories uncurl like dogs in the sun. Some say it heals. Some say it opens the gates. Some say it’s bullshit. But hit the right chord and watch your grief blink first. That’s 528.