Brothers, this is it. The cycle has ended. The bull has fallen, and with it, the world as we knew it. I wanted to send one last message before I disappear for good. Not because I need to, but because you deserve it. We’ve been through too much together to leave without a word. When I started this journey, I was nothing. Just another soul lost in the abyss, chasing the dream, staring at the charts until my eyes bled. I watched friends fall along the way—some wrecked beyond recovery, others losing themselves to greed, fear, and madness. But I kept going. We all did. Through the scams, the crashes, the euphoria, the betrayals. We fought like dogs in the pit, clawing for a piece of something greater. And now, after all this time… we’ve won. Last night, I made the final move. Sold everything. Walked away from the table. Then I sat there, staring at the void of my screen, feeling the weight of it all settle onto my shoulders. Twelve hours passed before I could even speak. Not from regret—no, never that—but from the sheer gravity of knowing this was the end of the road. I made the call. My real estate agent secured the plot. A stretch of untouched land deep in the mountains, where no signal reaches and no one will ever find me. No more charts. No more screens. No more noise. Just the wind, the sky, and the silence. The kind of silence you can only earn. My Telegram account will be deleted by the time you read this. I won’t be here when the next cycle begins. But don’t think for a second that I’ll forget. We were forged in the fire of the markets. We survived when others fell. We made it. And no matter where you go from here, remember: we were gods once. Farewell. Thank You to all that made it possible: $SOL $JITOSOL $JLP $DRIFT $GAUNTLET $HYPE $MOVE $SUI $TIA $stETH $USDC