@Alther 17 July 2025 more from that month

There's Still a Way, There's Still Time Long queues, although waiting, may not be in vain. Meanwhile, BCH is capable of running like a midnight train. Although BTC still hovers over the cloud sky, Its smile shines, but like a passing moon. Small miners in a silent chain whisper, The previous ideals are now lost for the word profit. The code that was once pure, now attached to gold, Creating a story of freedom that has turned into something that can be purchased and sold. Lightning then attacks, really sharp, but so cold, In a thin wallet that changes an old story. One million tap, but billions of sighs, Because only a few cryptos reach the sky. Where is Peer-to-Pier who was once dreamed? Where are such voices that mean so much more radiation value? Now only silence grows where Asha stood once, Placed by whale in velvet hood and institutions. In a small corner, a shadow still looked, Walking with honest eyes. There are no corporate chains, no luxurious throne, Only users carve on their own way. So wait for the queues, let BTC sleep, Because the roots of freedom within consciousness are deep. Even if the moon can be turned on, This is the place where consciousness will chase the morning of Crypto Day.