LittleAntsAndBitcoin
The pendulum will swing toward the dark stars, and the tide begins to lick the neglected shore.
The low coins in the woods have already caught the ancient wind, and the sleeping map is glowing phosphorescent beneath the cortex.
Listen closely — those light, forgotten names are about to rise a thin moon in the cracks of the main chain.
View OriginalThe low coins in the woods have already caught the ancient wind, and the sleeping map is glowing phosphorescent beneath the cortex.
Listen closely — those light, forgotten names are about to rise a thin moon in the cracks of the main chain.




