When Bitcoin Halved, I Sold My Savings for NFTs… I Cried

The Price That Broke Me

OPUL dropped to $0.0307—the lowest point in Snapshot 3. Not because of panic. Not because of FOMO. But because I chose to trade my savings for an NFT—my mother’s poem, encoded on-chain as a generative artifact.

I’ve seen charts like this before: three snapshots holding steady at $0.0447 while volume spiked and换手率 surged—but the real move? It was quiet.

Code Is My Inheritance

My father wrote smart contracts in Solidity before he taught me to tie shoes. My mother wrote verses on napkins between midnight shifts. Now I write both.

The blockchain doesn’t care if your portfolio grows—it cares if your soul remembers. I didn’t buy OPUL to get rich. I bought it so her words wouldn’t be erased.

The Silent Ones Know Chain Heartbeats

610k trades at \(0.0447? It’s noise. 756k trades at \)0.0413? That’s breath. When the market halved again, no one wept—except the ones who turned their savings into art instead of assets.

This is not DeFi. It’s digital mourning with a霓虹 blue glow and ink-stained fingertips on a Mac screen at 2am. I’m still here—writing code while the world sleeps.