That’s how Yuki always described her early days as an artist. Posting on forums, refreshing for likes, hoping someone would notice. Her characters—bright-haired warriors, melancholic angels, dreamscapes that danced between fantasy and memory—lived on screens, but belonged to no one. Not even her.
They were shared, reshared, reposted… and sometimes stolen.
Until she found the chain.
Chapter 1: The Mirage of Visibility
Art on the internet is both everywhere and nowhere. For years, Yuki watched as her work floated across profiles with no credit, printed on merchandise she never approved, edited beyond recognition.
She wasn’t alone. Every artist she knew had a story: fanart that went viral without their name, commissions unpaid, styles imitated but never acknowledged.
In the world of likes and retweets, creation often meant losing control.
Chapter 2: A Token of Proof
Then one night, in a sleepy Discord chat, someone whispered:
“Have you looked into NFTs?”
Yuki was skeptical. Weren’t NFTs just overpriced monkey pictures? A money game for the rich?
But curiosity tugged. She read, asked, dug deeper.
What she found surprised her: at the heart of it all, NFTs were just… certificates of authenticity.
Digital signatures. Proof that this piece, this one right here, belongs to someone. And maybe, more importantly: proof that she made it.
No more invisible credit. No more anonymous downloads. No more erasure.
Chapter 3: Minting Her Name
Her first NFT wasn’t flashy. Just a still from her old comic—her favorite scene, the one where her heroine opens her eyes for the first time.
She minted it on a free platform. Nervously clicked “upload.”
And just like that, her work had a timestamp. A blockchain fingerprint. A mark no one could erase.
Someone bought it. Not for a lot. But they left a comment:
“This piece made me cry. I wanted to own that moment.”
Yuki cried too.
Chapter 4: Not Just Money—Memory
Yes, there was hype. There were scams. There was drama. But for Yuki, NFTs weren’t about getting rich.
They were about reclaiming presence.
When she sold an NFT, it wasn’t just a file—it was a connection. A story exchanged. A mutual nod: “I see you. I value this.”
And on platforms where likes fade and posts vanish, this permanence meant something.
Chapter 5: Drawing Forward
Yuki still posts on Pixiv. Still sketches late into the night. But now her pieces have layers—some public, some tokened.
She keeps some works exclusive for collectors, others open for all. It’s not about gatekeeping, but about choice.
Art, for her, has become a dialogue. A shared dream that she controls.
Final Words: From One Artist to Another
You don’t have to jump on the NFT train. It’s not for everyone. The tech is still clunky, the ethics still evolving.
But remember this:
In a world of endless copies, proof of origin matters.
In a sea of reposts, being seen matters.
And in a future we’re still drawing together, your voice—your signature—will always matter.
Welcome to the chain.
Or not.
The choice is yours.