As a child of Brooklyn’s dual heritage—poetry and code—I watched NEM’s price dance like a sonnet written in volatility. Over 24 hours, its fluctuations weren’t just numbers; they were breaths. From $0.002558 to $0.0037, each tick echoed the tension between fear and hope. This isn’t market data—it’s a quiet hymn to DeFi’s fragile soul. Let me show you how silence speaks in hashes.