A quiet sunset of lies.

There are times when the air around you becomes thick with the unspoken. You've long believed that the cracks in your words are just a play of light, and the whispered half-truths are a random breeze. But one day you realize: what seemed like a fog behind which warmth was hiding, was actually smoke. And it eats away at your eyes. I put up with it. I kept quiet. Because I thought there was truth behind every tale, hidden like the last page of an old book. But as the pages multiplied, the story didn't add up. And then I had to admit: sometimes even the most beautiful lines are written not in ink, but in ashes. Now the silence sounds different. Not like an emptiness, but like a stopped pendulum. Yes, there is sadness in it - like rain washing away footprints. But there is also clarity. A path that seemed confusing suddenly becomes straight. And it's no longer scary to walk on it, because there is no more shaky sand underfoot, but only the ground, albeit unaccustomedly hard. Sometimes letting go doesn't mean losing. It's just a way to start breathing again, without looking back at the ghosts of yesterday's promises.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1Jmzm5BefFQdCcEKG2yxxRzyhqE9y5XfYY

Token ID

52