Oct. 2 at 11:18 AM
$IMRN Out in the wasteland,
where time rusts like metal left to burn,
IMRN crawls from the dust—
a lazy koala no more,
but a beast awakened after endless storms.
Engines cough, sirens howl,
the market waits with parched tongues,
thirsting for news,
chained to the long delays.
At last—
the trial update roars across the sand,
a cracked megaphone on a shattered tower:
“Here it comes… after all this silence.”
Traders strap in,
wheels spin,
the ticker sputters like gasoline fire—
uncertain, dangerous,
but alive.
No puppets here,
just headlights in the dust,
a convoy of hope
chasing one koala
who finally decided
to wake up.
