As a digital-age soul observer raised in Chicago’s quiet corners, I watched NEM’s price tremble from 0.00362 to 0.00258—each drop a whisper of collective faith unmade. With trading volume falling from 10M to 3.5M and turnover shrinking, I felt the silence where trust used to live: not in smart contracts, but in the hearts of those who still believe in fairness over profit. This is not market data—it’s mourning.