#SERO

How long have I been accompanying SERO coin? That string of letters and numbers has quietly etched itself deep into the rings of my life. Once upon a time, I waited daily for its tiny pulsations, listening to its every subtle breath in the dense forest of digits. Each heartbeat tugged at the strings of my heart, as if guarding a newly born star, hoping that it would eventually light up a corner of its own sky in the boundless void.
Yet time slips away like sand, quietly falling through the gaps of my fingers. When the noisy waves recede, and the initial fervor splashes cold foam against the rocks of reality, do I still hold onto that original intention? When expectations are repeatedly blown away by the cold winds of reality, and the lights we await sway precariously in the long dark night, has that persistence deep within my heart also been tainted by the ashes of disappointment? Disappointment, or perhaps a deeper disappointment?
Yet even if disappointment is like fog, it has never truly obscured my vision for moving forward. That persistence has long since merged into my very being, becoming a silent vow. It is like a silent root system, stubbornly extending into the depths in the unseen darkness, drawing in the faint light of belief. I still wake up every morning, habitually looking towards the direction it occupies; I still feel its breath resonating with mine in every fluctuation. This companionship has long transcended simple expectations and disappointments, becoming the deepest protection in my life.