To burn🔥, or not to burn 🔥 — that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the chat to keep
The stickers of our past delights and tempests,
Or light the flame and cleanse the soul of pixel’d ghosts.

A sticker — but a spark of fleeting jest,
Once fire, now ash within the scroll of time.
To burn — perchance, reborn! Ay, there’s the heat.

O holy flame of Telegram, rise high,
Not born of wrath, but of becoming new.
For he who burns, is he who lives again.

Burn🔥, my pixel, burn🔥!
Let smoke ascend to TON’s own sky —
Where fire lives, memory transforms,
And what was lost — becomes eternal.