A tiny stone in an infinite river,
one satoshi holds a thousand whispers.
Ten years. One thousand three hundred weeks.
The rhythm of discovery: tap, tap, tap.
Like a woodpecker against ancient bark,
each block a heartbeat in the digital dark.
No dates. No prices. Just memory—
warm human hope in cold binary.
Sealed here, in this smallest fragment,
the beginning of something we cannot yet name.