01 / 05AI concept art · costume & props onlyVisionary captain
“Command without certainty. Wonder without permission.”
Signature audition song
Instrumental and vocals play together. Both start at 100%; adjust each track independently and follow the lyrics below.
Don’t look back. Don’t look down. If you want the world, Then leave the ground. You there, standing in the harbor, With your heart still half-afraid, Tell me what you’re waiting for When the moon has lit the way. You can keep your quiet shoreline. You can pray the storm goes by. But the ones who touch tomorrow Are the ones who dare to try. Raise your eyes. Take my hand. There is no fortune on the sand. Hearts were made To cross the line. We set our course, Steady our spine. All hands to the tide, All hearts to the waves. The moon has laid a silver road For the ones who would be brave. All hands to the tide, No turning behind. There is a world underneath, And tonight that world is mine. Let them call the sea too wild. Let them call the dream too far. I would rather chase the storm Than leave my hope so far. Every rope is in my palm. Every sail is open wide. If the ocean wants a calm, Let it hear the voice inside. Hold your line. Feel it rise. This is where the old life dies. Release the fear. Race from the shore. We were made for something more. All hands to the tide, All hearts to the waves. The moon has laid a silver road For the ones who would be brave. All hands to the tide, No turning behind. There is a world underneath, And tonight that world is mine. Tonight that world is mine. That world is mine.
Both tracks start at 100%. Lower either one to practice. Lyrics are shown without timed highlighting.
The character
Mira is the human spark that sets Hidden Tide in motion: a young captain who believes maps are invitations, not limits. Her confidence draws a crew toward the impossible, but her hunger to know what lies beneath can become a current stronger than judgment. The performer must hold authority, mischief, tenderness, and dangerous curiosity in the same breath.
The harbor is pretending to sleep. I can hear every rope complain against its post, every sail holding one last breath. They call the horizon empty because they have never listened hard enough.
My captain’s coat waits over the chart chair, its brass closures catching moonlight. The spyglass beside it is still open to the horizon. Brine says a captain must love the ship more than the destination. Perhaps.
I have signed no promise to return unchanged.
Mira VaneBuild the silhouette
No prescribed face, hair, skin tone, or ethnicity. Bring yourself. Use these materials as character clues, not a uniform.
Bring your interpretation
Don’t look back. Don’t look down. If you want the world, Then leave the ground. You there, standing in the harbor, With your heart still half-afraid, Tell me what you’re waiting for When the moon has lit the way. You can keep your quiet shoreline. You can pray the storm goes by. But the ones who touch tomorrow Are the ones who dare to try. Raise your eyes. Take my hand. There is no fortune on the sand. Hearts were made To cross the line. We set our course, Steady our spine. All hands to the tide, All hearts to the waves. The moon has laid a silver road For the ones who would be brave. All hands to the tide, No turning behind. There is a world underneath, And tonight that world is mine. Let them call the sea too wild. Let them call the dream too far. I would rather chase the storm Than leave my hope so far. Every rope is in my palm. Every sail is open wide. If the ocean wants a calm, Let it hear the voice inside. Hold your line. Feel it rise. This is where the old life dies. Release the fear. Race from the shore. We were made for something more. All hands to the tide, All hearts to the waves. The moon has laid a silver road For the ones who would be brave. All hands to the tide, No turning behind. There is a world underneath, And tonight that world is mine. Tonight that world is mine. That world is mine.