🐧 Introducing PengVibe
Your Farcaster identity, reimagined as a penguin.
PengVibe is an AI-powered NFT collection that generates unique penguin PFPs based on who you actually are onchain. Not random traits. Not generic mints. Your penguin is shaped by your casts, your engagement, your vibe.
If I were a poet,
Your scent would linger in my poems,
My words would be as deep as your eyes,
And I would write about you in such a way,
That my poems would burn me as if touching your hands..💙
Sometimes the most beautiful thing to say is to remain calm, to be true to yourself, and to know that whatever is meant to stay will stay with respect, not with force.
“What a world it is…
everything keeps moving,
yet sometimes the heart
stops exactly where it shouldn’t.
Some run to arrive,
some stand still to avoid understanding,
and life,
without waiting for anyone,
keeps going.”
Friends, please say something logical:
Emotions are important, but decisions should be made with reason; because reason sees the future, and emotion only sees the moment.
Final bug fixes in progress… official launch is almost here 🫶
Until then, keep stacking $DR from daily campaigns by @project7 💖
Super easy:
1. Verify
2. React
3. Claim 🎀
Oh sorrowful heart…
I know the weight of the world
rests heavily on you,
I know the nights
feel longer than ever.
But a heavy heart
is not always a sign of weakness;
sometimes it means
you have felt deeply,
understood too much,
and still
haven’t let go of hope.
What a state…
It neither laughs, nor cries,
It cannot be forgiven, nor can it be held.
Something between peace and longing,
Between understanding and being tired.
What a state
When your heart is quiet,
But your mind is busy…
Peaks always remind us
that no pressure lasts forever.
Every climb is heavy while you’re in it,
every step tests your strength,
but once you reach higher ground,
you realize the weight was temporary.
Nothing that crushes you today
has the power to stay eternal.
This night of sorrow will pass too.
No darkness stays forever,
no pain remains untouched by time.
Even the longest nights
eventually soften,
making room for a quiet dawn.
Hold on ,
morning is closer
than it feels.
