Within Kaito's shimmering, grand design,
Where hopeful digital fortunes intertwine,
Came earnest souls, with zeal and furrowed brow,
To build, to labor, and to learn somehow.
They poured their hours, their focus, and their might,
Engaged in duties from the dawn to night.
Each update studied, every task pursued,
A daily ritual, steadfast and imbued
With silent promise, whispered, yet so clear,
That dedicated toil would banish fear
Of empty futures, or of pockets lean,
In this new, bright, and bustling crypto scene.
Then came the reckoning, the moment grim,
When grand ambitions withered limb by limb.
For all the effort, all the patient wait,
A barren wallet sealed their sorry fate.
No golden harvest, just a hollow sound,
As hard-won tokens nowhere could be found.
Their hopeful dreams, dispersed like morning dew,
Left them with nothing, through and through.
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Stood those who mastered the persuasive style.
No deep-dive reading, no laborious quest,
Just charming chatter, putting claims to test.
They spoke of visions, with a honeyed tongue,
Of numbers swelling, and of praises sung.
With quick invites, and links passed round and round,
A bustling network, on fertile ground.
And when the moment for the markets broke,
Before the earnest masses even woke,
Their gains were counted, swift and neatly stacked,
Then dumped with fervor, never looking back.
The eager laborers, with hands quite bare,
Watched paper profits vanish in thin air,
While smooth-tongued talkers, with their instant yield,
Had conquered fortunes on the digital field.
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