In the labyrinth of cryptocurrencies, where each block is a step towards non-existence, a person loses themselves. They are Bitcoin, their soul is merely an ephemeral code. A soulless world of transactions, where numbers replace hugs, and growth charts substitute the warmth of human touch. Loneliness, like the cold wind of the blockchain, penetrates to the bone.
Every glance at the screen is a new twist in the spiral of despair. Just yesterday, it seemed that soon, just a little more, and the numbers would turn into reality. But reality is cruel: they are not there. The lack of funds, cryptographically encrypted in the absence of a wallet. It's sad to realize that in this world, where 'money' is so accessible, you have none. The emptiness of the wallet reflects the emptiness inside. And only the echo of silent transactions reminds of lost opportunities.
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