Before the Storm of Borrowed Winds
The crypto market moves like a quick sand dream…
What looked solid yesterday now slips beneath our feet.
Last week’s fall pulled down the weight of greed,
Sinking the borrowed hopes of those who leaned too far.
Yet from that slow descent, a strange calm rises…
The ground resets, softer, cleaner, and bare.
Stablecoins glimmer like small islands of safety,
Steady shapes in a shifting land.
Still, every step is cautious,
For in this field of sand and promise,
One wrong move…
And even confidence can disappear beneath the surface.
Before the Storm of Borrowed Winds
The Calm Between Waves
When the Tide Turns