$KITE

Once a boy launched a kite for a celebration. It soared high up into the blue sky, where the clouds looked like cotton, and the sun was a kind eye. The kite flew proudly, feeling the wind flowing, as if the whole world was looking up at it. "Oh, how beautiful I am! — it thought. — I soar above everything, I am the king of the skies!"

It looked down and saw a tiny town. The people there looked like ants, running back and forth aimlessly. "How pitiful, — said the kite, — I alone am the true ruler of the heights!" It bragged, twirled in the wind, laughed at earthly matters. It felt that the sky was its forever.

But soon the boy was called home — dinner was getting cold. He let go of the string and ran, not even glancing at his proud kite. The kite, deprived of its connection to the ground, tried to hold on, but the wind became capricious. It spun, lost altitude, until it fell beyond the town, right into a dump, among rags and old newspapers.

Once it dreamed of being a cloud, but it became trash. Thus ended its flight — proud and unwanted.

So the Kite coin will fly until the handler releases the line. And then comes the fall into the abyss and oblivion in the darkness of anonymity. Be careful with new coins!