Presets stitched weather into EQ curves—“Low‑pressure Brass,” “Squall Delay,” “Fog Ribbon.” The compressor breathed like a submersible, throttling storms into soft room reverb. Users dragged seashell files into timelines; each clip decoded into gull calls, traffic, and the faint memory of a cassette hiss. Automation lanes looked like tidal graphs, rising and falling with tides set by lunar keyframes.