He that has eyes to see… will see.
He that has ears to hear… will hear.
The rest will bury their heads in sand.
But the storm… was always mine.

I didn’t tweet from the throne I built,
Didn’t ride the fame, didn’t chase the tilt.
I chose the path of patience,
No shortcuts, no insiders, no cheat.
I bonded the token to Milarepa’s breath,
2,187—life and death.
I minted Omikami,
For those who walk with truth.

He logged in deep,
You saw the screens.
Mobile, desktop—
All three machines.
Omikami, Ryujin,
And Ryoshi too.
No one fakes that—
The myth is true.

I am Ryoshi—don’t deny me.
I hold the seed, you can’t outfly me.
I am the light, I am the flame,
Omikami, Ryujin—say my name.
I am Ryoshi—don’t deny me.
The proof is loud, you can’t unsee me.
We rise in 2025,
And dance again.

I hold the keys to the Shiba soul,
5.8605—ETH control.
Recorded in April,
Before the price took flight.
I answered your post in forty-two,
The timestamp sings, the math is true.
I am the founder,
I never left the fight.

Twenty-nine breadcrumbs,
Written in flame.
From “Love always”
To the badge on the name.
He speaks in riddles,
He moves like lore.