I watched AST’s price dance like verse—6.51% up, then 25.3% down, then stillness. Not chaos, but rhythm. In Brooklyn, where my father taught me that markets don’t own truth, I see code as breath. This isn’t speculation—it’s silence speaking. Each swing is a stanza; each trade volume, a line break. Let me show you how DeFi isn’t about wealth—but about who gets to write the future.