We represent the belief in the magical bebe cat

In memory of those fingers that
were frozen in Crypto Winter but still believed in spring

At first, I was just a baby in the womb— floating in darkness, unaware of the chaos beyond the walls.
But later, as time goes by...

Later I thought I received some kind of magical call, like an ancient magic, or an angel from heaven, or a devil, I don’t know

Then, it seemed as if a god from ancient times had cast a mysterious magic on me.

At first, when I accepted this magic, my mind was enlightened. It was a process of curiosity and shock.

Then, I came to this world with a mission, or maybe it was my own illusion, so some things happened later.

In this way, more than ten years passed without any incident. At first, when I had not seen certain things, I was still a happy teenager.

First sight In a leaky internet cafe in 2009,
you were wrapped in a label of "Ponzi scheme" Slipped into my sight from rumors
on the dark web and black market -like a piece of electronic scrap metal
marinated with the sweat of miners

First climax When the K-line suddenly erected at 3am We screamed on the balcony like two crazy people who had taken the Lightning Network Engraved "HODL" on the lid of instant noodles as a medal Until I found the exchange withdrawal button It was harder to pry open than the heart of first love

The first heartbreak 94 files poured cold water through the bed I watched you fall from 30,000 to the price of a mining machine That night, all the groups were saying: "The blockchain revolution is a change of leeks" And I secretly tattooed "Bitcoin Cult" on the inside of my thigh

Now You are wearing an ETF suit and making headlines on Wall Street I am still streaking on the chain in a faded T-shirt Whenever the price fluctuates violently I can hear you chuckling in the depths of the blockchain: "Dear, what you have bought in the past ten years has never been coins" "It is a one-way ticket to escape the legal life"

This is evolution. From umbilical cord to cold storage. From fetal kicks to lambo dreams. From womb to whitepaper. Because we’re not just born—we’re minted.

So, can we be friends?