#splinterlands
We still have a sliver of hope for Hive. Faint, yes. But not dead. Because redemption is always possible—for chains, for communities, for men. But only if you see. Only if you stop protecting the abusers.
We still have a sliver of hope for Hive. Faint, yes. But not dead. Because redemption is always possible—for chains, for communities, for men.
Defending what is wrong is like building a house on sand. It may stand for a season. It may even gleam in the sun. But when the tide comes in—when the truth rises—there will be no foundation left to save it.
Defending what is wrong is like building a house on sand. It may stand for a season. It may even gleam in the sun. But when the tide comes in—when the truth rises—there will…
We are living in an age of mirrors. Not of glass, but of code—cold, unblinking, eternal. The blockchain does not forget. It does not bend. It does not lie. And yet—men do. They lie when the evidence is plain.
We are living in an age of mirrors. Not of glass, but of code—cold, unblinking, eternal. The blockchain does not forget. It does not bend. It does not lie.
