Dreema & AncientMint
Hey, have you ever thought about how a coin’s worn edge feels like a fading memory, almost like a dream slipping away? I’m curious about those tiny imperfections that seem to whisper forgotten stories.
Indeed, the edge of an old coin is like a worn scroll, each notch a silent echo of a time long past. The smoother a rim, the less history it keeps; the more weathered, the more stories it whispers to those who know how to listen.