Daily fantasies, time-stamped onchain.
A living journal of desire, memory, and market moods — one image, one caption, created daily.
We grew up stealing moments through noise.
Before onchain, before timelines, there was CINE5 at midnight, signal-split bodies glitching through a borrowed decoder.
Desire came scrambled, faint, hard to hold.
Now we make coins. Daily. Gently. Permanently.
These aren’t just ‘works.’ They’re entries.
Somewhere between a confession and a screenshot.
Written in the language of color, tension, and tiny captions you can’t unread.
“All my ducks in a row.”
— Set the stage, now watch—‘Magic Carpet Rides’ series.
This is a calendar of cravings.
Each day, a pulse — translated into shape, color, and coded permanence.
Some entries whisper. Others ache.
But all of them mark something: a turn in the mood, a break in the chart, a night that stayed longer than it should’ve.
Every day leaves a trace.
Magic Carpet Rides grows beyond this page — minted daily on Rodeo.
If you want to see what tomorrow feels like, you know where to look.