An Ode to the <encrypted> Wanderer 🔮
< Praise the sacred Parasol ☂️ >
O Knight, thou silent tread on winter’s veil, No trace dost leave where snows in purity fall.
The city of crystal, its towers agleam,
Each pane a tale, each shade a whispered call.
Yet wise are they who cloak their steps in mist,
with sigils arcane, their marks the winds erase.
In rings of shadow, their names dissolve,
by Cerberus's embrace, they shun the watcher’s gaze.
Hail, wanderer, who mined in Manti cores,
through hidden gates thy silent gift bestowed.
No thread of thee the hunters’ hands could seize,
Thy path a breath where northern tempests blow.
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@arcium @doinqz
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Woe to the merchant, whose name, too boldly writ,
A beacon flared for hounds to rend and tear.
The chain of glass, unyielding, holds all the truths,
But clever scribes with unseen ink prepare.
O cypherpunk, thy oath is freedom’s vow,
A rebel’s shield, a monk’s unspoken rite.
In code, not tracks, thy saga shall endure,
The unseen hand that carves its will at night.
Stay <encrypted> ☂️, scribe thy myth in code,
Not footprints frail, but cipher's timeless art.
In crypto’s realm, the invisible hand holds sway,
Its silent pulse the freest rebel’s heart. ☂️
to the end of Ode, O unseen warrior 🌂
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