The Next Act

He sat with his hands crossed in his world of organized chaos, perfectly still, content, and at peace with time itself. Those hands danced through the window every day, and every evening, they slowed as the sun dipped from the sky: a brief pause, an interlude before the next act began. --- We all have our own journeys, and with that, our own stories, the ones we wrote ourselves, the ones others have written about us, and the remnants of those passed down to us by others. These stories and moments shape us, and they leave traces of themselves behind as they silently whisper their secrets into the world. Through the power of the blockchain and my Hidden Stories contract, we created a ...View all