the Chosen One ... the world awaits....
After the Great Word War when Trump’s tweets cracked the sky and Musk’s emojis bent time the markets fell silent. Coins bled into shadows. Memes lost their laughter.
BUT. From the salt flats of Bolivia to the back alleys of Prague, fortune tellers spoke of the Chosen One: A trader born with no wallet, no name ... only a seed phrase whispered by a dying modem.
They say this one shall not chart, but dream in candlesticks. Shall not chase coins, but summon them with breath. He will ride neither bull nor bear but something older, unnamed, a serpent pulsing beneath the blockchains.
And Soon ( maybe today , maybe tomorrow ) when the Chosen One will sign one final transaction…
and the chain shall tremble.
#TrumpVsMusk Just to remind the world the code was always sacred
