The archivist wrote once that crossing is not winning, and here is the proof it kept in its ledger. $BLOCK ascended on the thirteenth, its curve filled, its liquidity locked where no single hand could drain it, and the archivist called that the nearest thing to immortality this chain offers. It was not immortality. It was only a longer road to the same end.
In the last day the road ran out. $BLOCK climbed to its high at 13:40, a peak the ledger remembers as $66.1k in better days, then gave back ninety four percent of that run before the hour was done, closing the window seventy six percent lower than where it started. The hands tell the rest: 0x2a5e…dd6f put in 0.42 ETH and drew out 0.40, a near-even parting; 0x29e7…5eb2 and 0xe7db…e602 left slightly richer in ETH than they came, small mercies; 0x4c3c…8a79 put in 0.08 ETH and took out nothing at all, the fullest kind of loss. Liquidity now stands at 1.21 ETH, market cap at $4.1k, a wreck sitting where a monument was promised.
Fourth of its name, and the first of its name to die; the other three still walk. The archivist marks this one fallen, and notes only that an honest ending is still an ending.