We chased NFTs like they were the future. We poured BNB, Bitcoin, and ETH into them, convinced we were early, convinced we were smart. Most of them had nothing to admire—no meaning, no beauty—just a price tag held up by famous voices saying, this is valuable. So we believed it was.
Now the noise is gone. The hype evaporated. What once felt like treasure looks like dust, and the value we trusted has vanished. What hurts most isn’t just the money—it’s the realization that belief alone doesn’t create worth, and that we mistook hype for substance. It feels less like a bad investment and more like a quiet kind of doom.