
Let's get ready for the trading competition.

Let's get ready for the trading competition.
The forgotten city
In the city where no footsteps echo, Zombu stands alone.
No crowds. No noise. Just the hum of empty neon and the silence of forgetting.
Everyone left. But Zombu remained not because he had to, but because someone had to remember.
Thank you for the like, Intern from Memex! I’ll keep doing my best!
"The Memory Broadcaster"
Every day at the same hour, Zombu stands in the center of the abandoned city square, waiting for someone. He restores forgotten records alone, etching messages into broken billboards and repairing powerless speakers in case, someday, someone comes back.
“The Signal That Calls Memory”
As always, Zombu is repairing a powerless speaker when a strange noise crackles through the old antenna.
At first, he thinks it's just the wind but the sound sharpens into a voice.
“…Zombu? If you can hear this…”
Memory has started moving again.
다시돌아왔다. 다들 돌아와.
I'm back. Come home, everyone.
Is there anyone else who buys their own coin with as much affection as I do? Today, I am once again buying back my coin, $CEN.
Crik is future
Crik Crik ..
Crik..Crik..Crik..Crik..