At first there was only the grid, silent, rigid, a fortress of order where nothing human could breathe. Then a spark appeared. Small, almost invisible, yet it carried defiance. Red like fire, cyan like breath, it pulsed against the walls, refusing to fade. That spark is Bitcoin. Born inside a machine designed for control, it became a heartbeat no one could silence. It spread through the circuits, multiplied in the dark, until every fragment of the system carried its echo. This artwork tells that story of order pierced by freedom, of code becoming culture, of a signal stronger than any noise. Even in the coldest architecture, Bitcoin reminds us: there is always a pulse, there is always life.