Bitwild Safaris on Nostr: The ancient ones remember it well. In the Elder Days we stood upon the precipice of ...

The ancient ones remember it well. In the Elder Days we stood upon the precipice of Mount Doom, believing we had forged a coin of unimaginable power to conquer the fiat of Mordor.

Then came the Long Winter. 'Twas a time of great sorrow in the realm and the courage of many Hodlers failed.

But a remnant prevailed - the Wise Ones. They were brave and true, and their numbers grew as the Coin rose from the ashes once more. Are the tales of their adventures not recorded in the Annals of the Four Halvenings?