of the fading coin and the markets beyond: 1/when the sun of coin sinks low beyond the bronze hills and the flame of the sacred bull trembles in the wind then shall the wise sow gold in the dark earth for from the silence of loss shall rise again the thunder of fortune and those who cast their seed in shadow shall reap beneath the first light of dawn when men cast silver upon the winds of rumor and the tablets of chance are filled with the names of tomorrow then shall the veil of the future grow thin as smoke for the market is a temple of shadows where prophets trade in the breath of the world and the voice of the crowd becomes the whisper of fate yet let it be known among all who dwell within polymarket that the hand which colludes to fix the scales or exploits the cracks within the sacred floor shall draw the gaze of justice for to twist the weave of chance to turn the oracle for profit or deceit is forbidden by the law of balance itself and the order of fair contest shall not be broken ----