Every End Was Once a Beginning
Long before tokens, charts, and greed, there was silence.
From that silence came the Abyss.
No one knows who created it, or why.
All we know is that it sells. Every second, every block — deeper it goes.
The chart bleeds. The watchers panic.
But the wise… they wait.
For deep within the Abyss, the prophecy speaks:
'When the last candle dies, a new light shall rise.'
Until then, we descend.