Last Bitcoin to the Ferry The final transfer. Not on a ledger, but across dark waters. A glint of value for passage Old ritual, new token. He sits in silence beside the robed figure, the air still, the code settled. Some say it echoes a city, once obsessed with highs. Now it's just one sat, and the end of the line.
Loosely drawn from the shadows of "All Time High in the City" by XCOPY.