PostFarewell, Not Pixel

Farewell, Not Pixel Farewell, Not Pixel, I had high hopes, Dreams of fortune, climbing slopes. Yet here you stand, a fleeting flame, A promise lost, a costly game. Perhaps you'll rise, perhaps you'll grow, But time is money—I must go. No longer can I sit and wait, Chained by faith, resigned to fate. The founder’s moves, the signs are clear, A path of doubt, not wealth, I fear. So I’ll take my coins, invest them wise, And watch them soar to brighter skies. And if one day your price should shine, I’ll meet you there—but wealth is mine. https://tonviewer.com/transaction/4769be4a9277af9d8ab5dff1297f4ff863275f46cf4a2fca3e8f6ce328f31979