Callsign: Driftbound
  Alias: Low Tide Static
  Territory: Shorelines | Broken docks | Backseat sunsets
  Sector: Unmarked Coast ☀️ Salt Air
  Signal: Wind loud, worries low
  Salt Density: 92%

  ⧖ Body Temp: Sun-warm skin, night-cool bones
  ⏤ Last Run: 06:14 PM
  ⩚ Traces Found: Saltwater, gasoline, faded laughter
  Pulse | steady, synced with waves and unfinished plans

“I don’t say much.
The ocean does it for me.”
🌊 Track 2:47 – Static on the Shore

   … My heart isn’t built for stillness.
  It moves like the tide—
  slow, stubborn, never asking permission.

  I listen to the water.
  I answer by leaving.
  My footsteps disappear before morning.

  Every day feels borrowed.
  Every sunset feels like an exit.
  No throne. No crown.
  Just salt, motion, and the open way forward. ∅

Let it flow. Don’t overthink it.