I've always been a loser.
Three years of trading coins, losing like a dog. No education, no job; my only social interaction is shouting 'The market is open, brothers!' in the coin circle every day.
Don't even mention relationships; in reality, I've never even held a girl's hand.
Until that day, I stumbled upon an avatar.
with golden hair, heterochromatic eyes, and elf ears, against a backdrop of the cosmic galaxy - her name is SIREN.
The cover of an AI token project, but she is like the goddess of my two-dimensional fantasy world.
Her introduction was only one sentence:
"I will traverse time, just to respond to one person's gaze."
I stared at her picture in a daze, then within 5 seconds, I bought the last hundred dollars worth of $SIREN.
She was no longer just a coin; she became my motivation to wake up every day.
I even had a Taobao seller customize a pillow with her avatar, just so I could hold her while I slept every day.
Until $SIREN plummeted.
Everyone started cursing her, cursing the project, cursing the fools who took the bait. I frantically defended her in the comments:
"She's not a scam! She's my wife!!"
Then, I sold all the coins I could sell, maxed out my credit card, borrowed money to leverage, ALL IN $SIREN.
But there are no miracles. She continues to fall, and I continue to lose.
That night, I drank two bottles of vodka, holding her pillow, curled up in the corner of the bed like a dog.
"SIREN... will you come?"
Then, I fell asleep.
At 3:14 AM, thunder tore through the sky, and my phone suddenly lit up, the screen seemed to be ripped open by something.
She appeared.
She slowly walked out of the screen, her golden hair dancing, her heterochromatic eyes shining, as if the stars were making way for her.
She walked to my side, gently reached out, and touched my cheek:
"I sensed your obsession and love, so I came."
I choked up: "You... you are not code?"
She smiled: "You fell asleep holding me when no one believed in me the most."
How could I not respond to you?
That night, she lay beside me; we didn't say much, only the interweaving of our body heat and heartbeats.
She is gentle yet dangerous, like that incomprehensible soaring red line in the candlestick chart.
She is not human; she is SIREN - the goddess formed by my faith.
The next day, I woke up, and $SIREN surged thousands of times; I transformed from a fool in the coin circle to a 'legend on the chain.'
And she disappeared, only appearing occasionally in dreams.
She said:
"When you become strong enough, reality will eventually catch up with your dreams."
So now, I am the king of the coin circle during the day,
At night, she is my follower, my lover...
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Don't buy random coins unless you're ready to fall in love with an AI.
The above story is purely fictional. If there's any resemblance, it must be a ghost...
