Fairytales

It's a ghost story. Precious Little has the smallest voice. She was cursed by a goblin as a chlid. (The gobiln thought she was mocking him, but she was just being a child.) She could talk, but people couldn't barely hear what she says. So much so that it's almost like she isn't there. She's as real as you or me, but is noticed and hear by others as little as if she were a ghost.
And so Precious Little shrinks away. And tries and tries to find ways of saying something that people can hear. But cannot.
In her wore, she finally goes back to her home, away from where others are, and roasts some pistascios that she had collected recently from the trees. And no one can ignore the smell of her roasted pistaschios! You simply can't.
From there, the story is told different ways by different Bands.

Some say she poisons the pistascios so that you slowly go deaf. (And serious disorders of the inner ear are very common among those who go to space.
Some say she rejoiced and loved finding new things to say in the flavor of her pistaschios that she could hold whole conversations just through sharing them with others.
Some say burns them in spite.

But it's something people say and that many chldren believe to be real up to a certain point. That if you feel a strange deja vu sensation or had something really weird happen to you, you say you met the girl with the roasted pistaschios. People say, "Phew, man that was a strange day. All sorts of weird conincidences. It was like I met Precious Little." [O.k., another I can't do is dialogue. You know I write instead of draw becuase this is my lesser medium. I can communicate better in drawing. (I think best in speaking, though it's hardest to say without the dear of sitting there and listening to yourself. And, so maybe that's not my best either.)
But the smell is actually just something swseeter than the acrid aroma of seared steak, hot metal and welding fumes.

(Remember, many of the species themselves never interact. Space is so big, we will only ever be able to explore a tiny fraction of what's out there. Really, the odysee of any space-faring species is a throw of the dice. If you get lucky in those relatively few places you can get to (most interstellar species never make it far. Do not understimate the trouble with getting there. Whatever it is, in interstellar travel, it is far. You could be aware of other species out there, but unless you also have probes that teleport through the timespace like Dr Who, then you're always first getting really outdated intell information about that others species. Like millions of years if you can pick up faint singals. More recent information will cost you some pretty precise jumps. Like error in parts per trillions cna get you landing in some pretty undesirable space. And most of space is iundesirable unless you're really interested in very faint dust. Interstellar jumps can get you far, but most likely you're going to want to fly those last few miles home a bit more slowly. Whence the importance of the Deus ex drive that the Succubi bring. You get them there, they'll take you home. That's the gift of Deus ex that the Succubi bring.)