The night is deep. The city lights are also tired and asleep. I am sitting by the window, holding a small screen—where only a single number is flashing: 1 BTC.

I don’t know how real this digital coin really is, but it feels like it’s not just money—it’s like a key to another world.

Suddenly I imagine…

What if this Bitcoin can really change my life?

I see—an old village, where the muddy paths of my childhood are still alive. I return to that village. But this time I don’t return empty-handed, I return with a dream.

My mother is sitting in the yard. There is that old weariness in her eyes, which I have known since childhood. I don’t say “I am rich,” I just say—“Mom, now you can sleep in peace.”

The Bitcoin is no longer on the screen, it seems to be pounding inside my chest.

Then I see the city.

I have opened a small bookstore. Rain is falling by the glass window. Inside, a few people are quietly flipping through books. No one is in a hurry, no one is running after life.

I understand—being truly rich is not just about money, but the ability to buy time.

The night's dreams deepen…

I see that Bitcoin slowly transforming from a number into freedom. Transforming into a life where fear is less, and dreams are more.

But suddenly the light outside the window lights up. Reality returns.

I look at the screen.

1 BTC is still there.

But now it's not just a number—it's a question:

“If you really get it, what do you want to be?”

I keep quiet.

Because the answer is not in Bitcoin—

The answer is in my dreams.