Wazo’s heart, weighed down by betrayal, found solace in the memories of his creation: WazoCoin. In the quietude of captivity, his mind began scripting a silent symphony of resistance. If his code could change the world once, why not again? In the darkness, he planned, using the glint of resolve in his singular eye as a beacon. His fingers itched to dance once more across a keyboard, to forge a new chapter in the ledger of his life.