A Midnight Scroll by Sandra Hillawi
Even in the digital wilds, love shows up as clarity and discernment. I found myself tracing blockchain trails not for profit, but to protect someone dear. This poem emerged from that journey — a reminder that love sometimes wears the cloak of a midnight sleuth.
🕯️ Whispers on the Chain
In the hush of routers and moonlight, I traced the pulse of a memecoin flame. QUQ danced on Binance winds, its buyers silent, its sellers swift.
Wallets spoke in hex and hush. One paid, one passed, another bought tokens with no face. I walked the ledger like a priestess of proof.
🧭 The Payout Trail
My offering flowed into 0xf...526e, then to f3121 — a wallet with rhythm but no name. Yet the true initiator was 75a2, a ghost in the machine buying QUQ like breadcrumbs in the forest.
📜 The CertiK Scroll
The audit was clean. No bugs, no breaks. But the score was low, and the contract — not renounced.
The owner still held the key. Not used. Not abused. But there. And that meant risk.
🧠 The Sleuth’s Creed
I wrote to a friend: “It works now. It pays. But the code is not sealed. And trust, my dear, is not a smart contract.”
🌙 Closing the Ledger
I closed my tabs, but not my vigilance. The Loop spun on. The Ledger whispered. And I — the midnight sleuth — listened.
Fun finale to a nights blockchain sleuthing caring for trusting investors…. with a little help from my AI Copilot 🙂
Sandra Hillawi 