Satoshi’s Silence

In the shadow of the digital world rests a treasure.
A million coins, at once nothing and everything.
Like Schrödinger’s glass — broken and whole at the same time.

They lie there, unmoved, like frozen suns.
Not sold, not given, not diminished.
A silent proof that power does not live in possession, but in action.

Yet the longer they rest, the greater their gravity grows.
People believe, speculate, fear.
They build markets, systems, dreams —
all orbiting a black hole that still keeps silent.

Perhaps the coins are a promise.
Perhaps a threat.
Perhaps a time-bomb, programmed by an unseen hand.

An explosion may come —
not as fire, but as sudden revelation,
as movement across generations,
or unleashed by an artificial intelligence
that was tasked long ago.

Then it will be revealed what all have ignored:
that the belief in balance is deceptive,
that every inequality erupts one day,
and that power, if silent long enough,
becomes legend.

Satoshi’s silence is louder than any action.
For as long as nothing happens,
the world bears the weight of the possible.