Systems can change when we dare to create from truth. Value grows when it can breathe — not forced, not controlled. Nature teaches flow. Bitcoin teaches time preference. Both invite us to live more lightly, more intentionally. That sense is what led me toward Bitcoin — the feeling of a system built from honesty and patience, something growing with time instead of against it. A rhythm that felt strangely familiar. My understanding began with art. Years ago, while painting “The Agent: I am here on a mission,” the canvas suddenly broke open: a sunrise pushing through an industrial scene, gold fragments, a little girl in a red coat holding a rose, text pieces — oro, futura prossima — drops of water, a green city rising. It was the first time my true voice appeared, quiet but undeniable. That moment led me into collage, fiber, fragments, repair — a slow rebellion made of beauty. And that same thread is why Bitcoin made sense to me. Both carry the same truth: new worlds begin in the cracks of the old ones. Beneath the Thread grows from that meeting point — where fragments become futures.