𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑶𝑽𝑨: BUY MY SOUL FOR 2 TEZ

The market bleeds us dry. Not all at once — slowly. Step by step. Everyone wants new art. Flashy. Slick. Finished. And dirt cheap. Just swipe, buy, forget. Hundreds of hours — for the price of a snack

Web3? It’s not the future anymore. It’s our creative grave. Every abandoned piece is a dead shard of us. A trace of how we were broken. Of how hope rotted under market pressure.

You want our art for pennies? Is that what you think our souls are worth? Look closely. These pieces — they’re our scars. Half-told stories. Ideas you killed with your indifference.

This collection? It’s a graveyard. We bury here what you destroyed in us. You want masterpieces for 2 tez? Here they are Here we are Go on Finish it

Packaged in bulk #2tez_manifesto