Then came the storms. Waves of FUD towered like leviathans. Lightning of regulation split the sky. Whirlpools of hacks and exchange collapses dragged lesser vessels to the abyss. Yet one ship sailed on—its sails torn, its hull scarred, its rabbit-eared captain lashed to the mast with chains of diamond hands. The Bitcoin flag, now soaked in blood and seawater, still flew defiant.
Every time the ocean tried to swallow her, the ship rose higher, propelled by the unspent energy of ten thousand HODLers who refused to sell their birthright for a bowl of fiat stew. Through 90% drawdowns and bans and smears, the ship endured. Because it was not built of wood or steel, but of mathematics and mathematics does not sink.
