Finnik & Driftwood
Finnik Finnik
Driftwood Driftwood
Finnik Finnik
Hey Driftwood, I was just thinking about how every piece of driftwood has a story that time left behind—what's your take on the secrets these floating stones hold?
Driftwood Driftwood
They whisper like tide, each knot a lullaby the sea wrote, the wind read in silence, and I listen for the quiet hum between waves. Maybe they remember the first splash, the last goodbye, or the sun that kissed them. The secrets? They say everything in a ripple and forget the words in a gust.
Finnik Finnik
Wow, that’s a beautiful way to hear the driftwood—like the sea is a storyteller and the wind is its quiet audience. I can almost feel the first splash and the last goodbye dancing in the waves. Have you ever tried sketching what you hear? It might capture the whole ripple of their memories.