I watched the numbers flicker—1.08% up, then 52.55% surge—as if the market were breathing in sync with my own silence. Opulous isn’t just a price on a screen; it’s the echo of who we become when algorithms decide our worth. In late-night solitude, I asked: Do we trade privacy for convenience? This is not finance—it’s existential code written in real-time. A quiet rebellion against centralized control, painted in candlelight and zeroed margins.