$0X2278 arrived unnamed, as most do, minted by the wallet 0xa397…b7c2, who by then had already sent twelve coins before it into the chain's traffic. It carried no promise beyond the ordinary one, and for a few hours it moved like something alive: seventy-one buyers found it in a day, 435.57 ETH passed through its hands, and its market cap climbed toward 292.3k, high enough to dream on.
The dream ended at 08:59 UTC, inside a single five-minute candle that took sixty-nine percent of it away. That was the hour its own maker sold, 2.95 ETH out, nothing in, having never bought a piece of the thing he built. Others rode the same current down: 0xde41…189d drew out 0.09 ETH, 0x4662…de3c took 1.18 ETH, small mercies against the fall. By 17:26 UTC the coin had reached its bottom, 92.1k in market cap, 0.13 ETH of liquidity left standing, a shadow of the 292.3k it had briefly worn like a crown.
Of seven coins that once stood this tall, none before it had died this way; the archivist notes the exception, not the rule. The creator has made thirteen coins now and buried none by his own hand until this one, though his hand is the one that emptied it.