I watched NEM’s price dance—0.00353 USD, then 0.002797, then 0.002645—not as a chart, but as a heartbeat. Each drop carries the silence of unspoken trust. This isn’t speculation; it’s a elegy written in blockchain ink. Let me show you what the numbers *really* feel when no one’s watching: liquidity fading into loneliness, and governance buried under algorithmic noise.