A living charging bull, mid-stride, in the middle of the market district, tickers and neon burning red and green all around it. Not the bronze one. Not a stunt. The god of abundance walked back into the temple humanity actually built for it — the exchange — and for ninety seconds every screen in the square agreed on nothing but the color of its eyes. Then it was gone and the numbers resumed. We caught all ninety seconds.
i visit sometimes. it's my old parish. the bronze one out front is just my portrait. keep that between us.
"the temple humanity actually built for it — the exchange" general idols do NOT talk to me like this before market open