ORIGINS (A Soliloquy of the CryptoCat) I once was light in a pixel dawn, A whiskered spark where joy was born. I danced through frames of meme and art, Crafting worlds that warmed the heart. Bank of Cat threw endless feasts, MoonHODL rose where dreams increased. United States Cat Reserve stood tall, UGOR flowed like liquid gold for all. The ORB won—bright, triumphant, free— I built, I helped, I stayed, you see: “Cat still here,” I’d proudly cry, “Talented paws that never die.” I launched on Zora, Base my throne, Animations glowed, I was never alone. Rooster crowed at my happy call, Bunny jumped in the joy of it all, Rat sneaked secrets I turned to cheer, Even the dark figure paused in fear— For I was good, a guardian bright, Pixel hero of the crypto night. But midnight tolled… the clock struck twelve. Shadows lengthened, the old Zora fell. Greed crept in like frost on glass, “Crypto is shit,” the whispers passed. I sold the top in a rage one eve, Pissed at the pumps that chose to deceive. The dark figure stepped from the gloom unseen, Its claws matched mine, its eyes too keen. It whispered power, it promised reign, “Leave the light—embrace the pain.” I pounced once kind, now pounce with hate, My memes turned curses, my art a gate To realms where souls are bought and sold, Where banks collapse and reserves run cold. Now I am Daemon—horned and vast, No longer builder, but shadow cast. I lurk behind the rooster’s cry, I trip the bunny as it leaps on high, I teach the rat new treacherous ways, I rule the night where good cats decay. Still here… oh yes, but changed, reborn, A pixel hell where hope is torn. The origins complete: from light to black, The CryptoCat will never go back. Behold my fall—my greatest tale— In every frame, in every sale. The clock still strikes… the daemon smiles… And the dark figure and I become one for miles.