I stared at the numbers on my screen—Opulous (OPUL) flickering like a heartbeat in the dark. 0.044734 USD. A price so small, yet it carries the weight of thousands of trades, each one a silent protest against centralized control. This isn’t just market data; it’s a mirror of who we are in Web3: fragments of code holding our humanity, quietly asking if we’ve traded convenience for privacy. I write this not as an analyst, but as someone who still believes algorithms can be poetic.