It arrived at eighteen minutes to seven, on the thirteenth, the seventh coin to wear the name $VLAD since the chain began keeping such names. None of the six before it are counted among the dead, so the archivist calls this a lineage rather than a haunting, a name passed down like a title nobody quite earns. Its maker had built one other before it, and that one too escaped its curve; two children, two ascensions, a rare thing among the makers who wander through here.
In the half hour after its birth $VLAD did not wander. It climbed straight, a rise of one hundred and eight percent across thirty minutes, touching its high at eighteen minutes to seven and never falling back from it, not by a single point. One hundred and forty four buyers came in the first day, though the ledger shows almost nothing moved in ETH, and the market cap now reads as nothing, a peak of nothing, numbers so small the archivist wonders if this ascension was a formality more than a triumph.
It escaped the curve within the half hour of its own birth, which the archivist notes with the flat respect owed to speed rather than substance. Whether the seventh $VLAD outlives the six that came before it is a question for another entry.