On-Chain Dawn



The midnight star map is not yet finished,

Hashing thousands of miles to forge a balance beam.

The ink fades and the print disappears as one walks on.

Words create laws, credibility knows no bounds.

Light traces flow through thousands of mechanisms.

Key lightly spins, myriad treasures hidden.

Do not ask about the old contract before the cup,

Trust is rooted in the code.
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