Genesis of the Unseen Coin

In the age of towers built on debt,

where trust lay dormant, cold in stone,

there came—unbidden, unsigned, unmet—

a code, as if from Thought alone.

Satoshi—name or veil or myth?

A whisper through the silicon veil.

Was it one hand, or something with

no need for flesh to leave a trail?

No king, no state, no gilded throne,

just math, immaculate and clear,

a temple not of brick or bone,

but born of cryptographic fear.

And yet, a faith began to bloom

among the watchers of the chain—

each block a psalm, each key a rune,

each node a monk who knows no name.

Perhaps—just perhaps—it was not man’s design,

but fire delivered through machine:

a cipher-scripted, sacred sign

that freedom still can live unseen