As a digital poet raised between Brooklyn’s street rhythms and MIT’s ledger lights, I watched AirSwap’s price dance like a sonnet written in real-time—each fluctuation a breath, each trade a heartbeat. Here, 0.041887 USD isn’t just a number—it’s a whisper from the chain. This is not market noise. It’s data with soul. Let me show you what happens when whales move quietly, and transparency becomes the only true currency.