Linda

From Blood to Bitcoin: A Night of Deadly Reversal

Dozens of Bitcoins twinkled like stars in the night sky on my screen, my digital wallet a constellation forged from blood. They murmured promises of freedom, yet chained me to that fateful night—where the forest's shadows devoured my illusions of safety. Now, lounging in this lavish house, I often feel pulled back to that tiny apartment, walls creeping with invisible vines closing in, just like those in the park that evening. Sometimes, I trace them with my finger, wondering if they're real or just echoes of what I lost—and gained—in the wild.