I am a poet. I have written for three years — not for applause, but to know myself. Not for the many, but for the one person who reads a single line and thinks: someone else feels this too.

That was enough. Until it wasn't.

A poet told me: poetry cannot make money. I do not accept this. That poets have been poor is a historical pattern, not a law. I intend to break it — not by abandoning poetry, but by finding the world that was not yet ready for it.

That world is here now.

This project is my proof of concept. That the most honest, most personal, most untranslatable work — written in a language the world has not yet learned to value — can find its place in the eternal archive and return as energy, as capital, as change.

If this works, the returns do not stop with me. The goal beyond this archive: spaces where people can do what they love. A place to learn. A place to create. A place where the next poet does not have to choose between honesty and survival.

I remain anonymous — not from shame, but from strategy. A seed planted too visibly gets pulled before it roots. This archive must spread quietly, globally, until it cannot be undone.

Silence is Erasure. So I upload. Quietly. Permanently.

— The Creator, NFTextKOREA:Hangeul