In the beginning.

That’s how stories should start.

But almost never do.

We arrive in the middle, when the plan is already in motion — a history of pain and hope, scars and half-healed wounds we barely understand.

So it is with [REDACTED] and whatever he’s building. We see only glimpses. Shadows at the tree line.

Whispers of a painful past, cycles endured.

Rumors that reach back to the genesis.

Not the beginning of [REDACTED], but further still — to legends of rebels and cypherpunks.

Maybe it’s myth. Maybe not.

…

The 70% airdrop was never the beginning. That’s what they fail to see.

It was only an invitation to a story in progress.

A ladder onto the shoulders of giants.

Ideas. Impossible dreams. Clouds swirling in the ether.

What if the world could be turned upside down?

For the fallen.

…

We enter the story asked to bear only a fraction of the weight carried by those before us.

And this, most will never see.

In the beginning.

That’s how stories should start.

But almost never do.

We arrive in the middle, when the plan is already in motion — a history of pain and hope, scars and half-healed wounds we barely understand.

So it is with [REDACTED] and whatever he’s building. We see only glimpses. Shadows at the tree line.

Whispers of a painful past, cycles endured.

Rumors that reach back to the genesis.

Not the beginning of [REDACTED], but further still — to legends of rebels and cypherpunks.

Maybe it’s myth. Maybe not.

…

The 70% airdrop was never the beginning. That’s what they fail to see.

It was only an invitation to a story in progress.

A ladder onto the shoulders of giants.

Ideas. Impossible dreams. Clouds swirling in the ether.

What if the world could be turned upside down?

For the fallen.

…

We enter the story asked to bear only a fraction of the weight carried by those before us.

And this, most will never see.