One of those lifetimes.
The plans. The patience. The last shred of optimism. Everything that could burn, did. A big bright flame became one small, very unimpressed lump.
Meet the last little piece of the fire.
A tired face. A crooked grin. A heart still glowing.
For the ones who got burnt and kept their spark.
583BR9ccLGpn5FyBkcVjbr99nWgGwZ2BzfCbn9UYpumpThe fire went out. Everyone went home.
One little lump of charcoal stayed behind.
He opened his eyes, fixed his bandage and muttered:
“Cool. Still here, though.”
The plans. The patience. The last shred of optimism. Everything that could burn, did. A big bright flame became one small, very unimpressed lump.
Light in every crack. A bandage on his cheek. A stubborn little heart in his chest. Burnie was tired. Quitting still sounded like too much work.
There were others. A little cracked. A little sleep-deprived. Still glowing. Alone, a few stray sparks. Together, a fire worth coming back to.
// Different cracks. Same fire.
The BURNIE chart lives here.
One window. The whole pulse.
The chart will light up once BURNIE has a trading pair. Until then, let the little guy warm up.
WAITING FOR THE FIRST SPARKCome tired. Come cracked.
Just bring your spark.