Five friendly blobs drift in warm sand. Drag them, squish them, feed them color — they remember every poke and wobble back smiling.
Each blob keeps velocity and spring. Pull one far and let go — it overshoots, jiggles, settles.
Gentle pokes keep them content. Rapid dragging flips the colony to giddy, then sleepy.
Warm sand, thick ink borders, hard offset shadows. Nothing sharp survives the tide.