When Bitcoin Halved, I Turned My Savings Into NFTs… I Cried in Brooklyn

The Tick That Broke Me

I stared at the screen at 2:17 AM. Opulous (OPUL) had dipped to \(0.038917—down from \)0.044934 just hours ago. A 52.55% drop? No—it wasn’t a crash.

It was silence.

My mother, a poet who wrote about absence in ink-stained lines, whispered: ‘They’ll think your savings are money until they learn to trust silence.’

I didn’t.

Chain Heartbeat

The numbers don’t lie.

Trade volume: 610,166.7 — same as yesterday. Holding rate: 5.93 — unchanged. Price back to $0.044734 — like it never left.

This isn’t volatility. It’s repetition. A loop where everyone pretends change is real—and no one dares to break it.

The Algorithm Weeped With Me

I ran the script again last night. Opulous rose—$0.041394 this time—with trading volume spiking over 756K, halfway rate hitting 8.03—a whisper of life returning. Not because markets moved. But because someone finally believed code could be poetry.

I cried—not for the price, because I realized: The blockchain doesn’t erase meaning—it gives it back, in pixels rather than paper, in contracts rather than banks.