I can’t quite explain why.
I just stopped.
I didn’t check the price.
I didn’t read the story.
Yet somehow, its presence felt natural.
It wasn’t making a statement.
It wasn’t trying to teach me anything.
Still, a quiet sense of order remained.
At the moment I acquired it,
it felt less like “owning” something,
and more like being allowed
to gently place it somewhere.
Each time I return to it,
nothing is added,
no answers appear.
Only this—
the noise in my thoughts
softens, just a little.
This work feels less like an explanation,
and more like the afterimage of a prayer.
So I don’t feel that I possess this NFT.
I feel that I’ve placed this quietness
in a small corner of my life.