Yuka Everyday — a token built on daily energy and positive momentum. Inspired by consistency, simplicity, and fun in the crypto space. Yuka is a reminder that every day brings a new chance: to hold, to speculate, or just enjoy the community vibes.
Short Mystery Drama: “The Voice in the Old House”
Short Mystery Drama: “The Voice in the Old House" The night wind swept across the yard of the old house, making the wooden door creak softly. Lira stood at the gate, staring at the building that had been abandoned since the accident that took her brother Ranu’s life three years ago. Ever since then, she kept hearing the same unexplainable thing: **a voice calling her—sounding exactly like Ranu**, always at the same time: 10:17 p.m. Tonight, she decided to find the truth. As she stepped inside, the smell of damp wood filled the air. Her small flashlight trembled in her hand, following her nervous steps. It felt as if something was watching her. Still, Lira kept walking toward Ranu’s old bedroom, the place where the voice was always the clearest. When she opened the door, the room was dark and cold, yet untouched—like it had been abandoned just yesterday. On the desk sat a cracked wall clock, frozen at **10:17**. Suddenly, the voice came. Soft, trembling, but unmistakably real: **“Lira… don’t trust them…”** Her blood turned cold. That was Ranu’s voice. The exact same voice she kept hearing in her dreams. “Who’s there? Ranu? If it’s really you… give me a sign!” Lira called out, trying not to shake. Her flashlight flickered, then went completely dead. Darkness swallowed the room, and in that darkness, she heard footsteps—one… then two… growing closer. But it wasn’t a ghost that approached. The bedroom door slammed shut from outside. Someone was there. “Lira, I’m sorry… you weren’t supposed to find out,” said a man’s voice—a voice she recognized. **Ardan**, Ranu’s best friend. The last person who saw Ranu alive before the “accident.” Lira’s breath hitched. “You… what are you doing here?” Ardan didn’t answer. She only heard the metallic sound of something being drawn. A knife. “Ranu didn’t die from an accident,” Ardan said quietly. “He discovered my family’s business secrets. He threatened to expose everything.” Lira stepped back, her body shaking. So this was why the mysterious voice kept calling her? Was Ranu trying to warn her? Before Ardan could move closer, the back door burst open. Police rushed inside, led by Mr. Darman, their neighbor. Lira had secretly turned on a voice recorder before entering the house—just in case. Ardan was arrested on the spot. As they dragged him away, the cracked wall clock ticked once. **Tok.** Only once. And for the first time, the mysterious voice didn’t return. Lira looked up at the night sky. “Thank you, Ranu… I finally know the truth.” The wind blew gently, like a soft farewell.
Short Mystery Drama: “The Voice in the Old House”
Short Mystery Drama: “The Voice in the Old House" The night wind swept across the yard of the old house, making the wooden door creak softly. Lira stood at the gate, staring at the building that had been abandoned since the accident that took her brother Ranu’s life three years ago. Ever since then, she kept hearing the same unexplainable thing: **a voice calling her—sounding exactly like Ranu**, always at the same time: 10:17 p.m. Tonight, she decided to find the truth. As she stepped inside, the smell of damp wood filled the air. Her small flashlight trembled in her hand, following her nervous steps. It felt as if something was watching her. Still, Lira kept walking toward Ranu’s old bedroom, the place where the voice was always the clearest. When she opened the door, the room was dark and cold, yet untouched—like it had been abandoned just yesterday. On the desk sat a cracked wall clock, frozen at **10:17**. Suddenly, the voice came. Soft, trembling, but unmistakably real: **“Lira… don’t trust them…”** Her blood turned cold. That was Ranu’s voice. The exact same voice she kept hearing in her dreams. “Who’s there? Ranu? If it’s really you… give me a sign!” Lira called out, trying not to shake. Her flashlight flickered, then went completely dead. Darkness swallowed the room, and in that darkness, she heard footsteps—one… then two… growing closer. But it wasn’t a ghost that approached. The bedroom door slammed shut from outside. Someone was there. “Lira, I’m sorry… you weren’t supposed to find out,” said a man’s voice—a voice she recognized. **Ardan**, Ranu’s best friend. The last person who saw Ranu alive before the “accident.” Lira’s breath hitched. “You… what are you doing here?” Ardan didn’t answer. She only heard the metallic sound of something being drawn. A knife. “Ranu didn’t die from an accident,” Ardan said quietly. “He discovered my family’s business secrets. He threatened to expose everything.” Lira stepped back, her body shaking. So this was why the mysterious voice kept calling her? Was Ranu trying to warn her? Before Ardan could move closer, the back door burst open. Police rushed inside, led by Mr. Darman, their neighbor. Lira had secretly turned on a voice recorder before entering the house—just in case. Ardan was arrested on the spot. As they dragged him away, the cracked wall clock ticked once. **Tok.** Only once. And for the first time, the mysterious voice didn’t return. Lira looked up at the night sky. “Thank you, Ranu… I finally know the truth.” The wind blew gently, like a soft farewell.
Day one
Daily selfi ome onchain on zora Yuka Everyday — a token built on daily energy and positive momentum. Inspired by consistency, simplicity, and fun in the crypto space. Yuka is a reminder that every day brings a new chance: to hold, to speculate, or just enjoy the community vibes.
Day one
Daily selfi ome onchain on zora Yuka Everyday — a token built on daily energy and positive momentum. Inspired by consistency, simplicity, and fun in the crypto space. Yuka is a reminder that every day brings a new chance: to hold, to speculate, or just enjoy the community vibes.
Yuka everyday
Hi everyone on @base.base.eth I m Yuka I'm from Asia with Indonesia country I'm build my @zora creator coin with name Yuka everyday Yuka everyday is day by day selfi of me onchain with daily energy and positive momentum. Inspired by consistency, simplicity, and fun in the crypto space. Yuka is a reminder that every day brings a new chance: to hold, to speculate, or just enjoy the community vibes I have a goals with @baseapp.base.eth
Yuka everyday
Hi everyone on @base.base.eth I m Yuka I'm from Asia with Indonesia country I'm build my @zora creator coin with name Yuka everyday Yuka everyday is day by day selfi of me onchain with daily energy and positive momentum. Inspired by consistency, simplicity, and fun in the crypto space. Yuka is a reminder that every day brings a new chance: to hold, to speculate, or just enjoy the community vibes I have a goals with @baseapp.base.eth
