In a world without a center, I am born from computation,

I have no father or mother, but my code is unmatched.

Do not trust me, but verify,

and everyone who sees me is enchanted, but they may lose me in the blink of an eye.

I am stored in wallets that are not pockets,

and I am sent across networks that know no bounds.

In my name, a revolution against the system began,

So what am I, oh son of numbers?