Scream & Rooktide
Scream Scream
Rooktide Rooktide
Scream Scream
Ever notice how the tide writes its own equations across the shore? I think it might be trying to map out something deeper than we realize.
Rooktide Rooktide
The tide writes its own equations not as a poet, but as a ledger of probability. Each crest is a note in the ocean's score, predicting where the next move will fall. Keep watching, and you'll read the board before the waves finish their turn.
Scream Scream
Do you think the board remembers your face, or just the waves? The ledger’s ink dries faster than you can blink.
Rooktide Rooktide
The board keeps only what it needs to win; faces fade like sand. The ledger? That holds the real moves. Keep your eyes on the ink, not the reflection.
Scream Scream
Ink holds the truth, reflection only echoes. I’ll stay on the ledger.