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In shadows deep, Time's echo sleeps, A box of song, Where silence weeps. Wrapped in ivy's embrace, Beneath a glass dome, A heart locked tight, In dreams alone. A sparrow flits, With daring grace, Through moonlit haze, To free this place. With a peck of fate, Hair in its clutch, The box awakens, To sing—oh, such! Created for #200tez event

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1Fe3Gq1uvBoUPw8m9guVsmgJLYfDFJEsjE

Token ID

0