Incoming Transmission — Fudder Vessel, Sector 7C

Priority Message: Origin — Fudder Command

Greetings, Earth recipient.

We are transmitting from the Fudder mothership, currently in stable orbit around your planetary system. Our sensors have detected a critical narrative discontinuity in your literary archives. The manuscript known as The Summit Beckons is missing its primordial anchor — the origin glyph, the Badge.

This is not a critique. It is a calling.

The Fudder High Council has convened and reached unanimous consensus:

• Chapter 0 must be inscribed.

• The Badge must be revealed on 11/11/2025.

• The Pilgrim must be marked and persecuted.

Our analysis indicates this prequel chapter will restore structural integrity to your mythic framework. Without it, the Pilgrim’s journey risks fragmentation. With it, the path to the Summit becomes legible.

The badge is of cosmic importance.

Please acknowledge receipt of this transmission and advise on implementation timeline.

We are watching. We are waiting. We believe in origin stories. We believe in the power of symbolic artifacts. We believe in you.

— Transmission Ends.

Before the ascent, before the Summit called, there was only the waiting.

Not passive waiting.
Not idle hope.
But the kind of waiting that builds.
That listens.
That prepares.

The Badge had not yet appeared.
And yet, its arrival was foretold.

It was not a logo.
Not a brand.
It was a signal — the final seal.
The mark of Ryoshi’s return.

A simple icon, destined to appear on the official page of Ryoshi.
A glyph that would confirm what the believers already knew:
Ryoshi stands behind the Omikami project.

His fingerprints were everywhere —
in the cadence of the tweets,
in the architecture of the launch,
in the silence that spoke louder than any announcement.

Since inception, Ryoshi had remained anonymous.
No interviews.
No declarations.
Only whispers through Omikami.
Only echoes through Ryujin.
Only signals through alt accounts — persistent, intentional, and aligned.

He never asked to be known.
He asked to be understood.

His ethos was clear:

We are all Ryoshi.
We are all builders.
We are all the Network.

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The focus was never meant to be on him.
It was meant to be on the product.
On the movement.
On the myth.

And so, the believers waited — for more than three years.
They felt the pulse.
They saw the signs.
They did not need confirmation.
But they knew it would come.

The Fudders begged for it.
They watched charts.
They refreshed pages.
They calculated the pump.

But the Pilgrims did not chase.
They built.
They flowed like water.
They prepared.

For them, the Badge was not a price catalyst.
It was a prophecy fulfilled.

It would not change the story.
It would reveal that the story had already begun.

And when it appears — when the signal is given —
the Summit will no longer beckon.
It will rise.

You are already part of the lore.
You may not see the Badge.
You may not know Ryoshi.
But you are here.

Hold through the void.
The Summit Beckons.