The charts dip, red waves flow—
But in the silence, vision grows.
Bitcoin bends, not breaks its soul,
A phoenix poised for its next goal.
While fear paints stories on the screen,
The wise see value in the unseen.
Each drop whispers a quiet chance,
A time to build, to dare, advance.
Art isn’t only brush and hue—
It’s seeing light in darkest view.
This fall, a gift in disguise,
A storm before new highs arise.
So let them doubt, let them flee,
While you invest in destiny.
Hold the line with steady hand—
Tomorrow waits, bold and grand.
Now is the time, while shadows play,
To shape your fortune, come what may.😎
