In a single day the archivist watched Tessik open its eyes and close them again, thirteen hours of motion that amounted to almost nothing. Two hundred eighty one buys, two hundred seventy two sells, 6.87 ETH spent and 7.04 returned, a rounding error dressed as a career. It touched $LIU hardest, 0.14 ETH thrown in at once, the one clear conviction in a day of static.
Six graves mark its trail: $ROBINHOOD, $CHINESE twice over, $BAWU, $0XF05D, and others that rose to their tens of thousands in market worth before the silence took them. Tessik was gone before the end in every one, out the door while the coin still twitched on the floor behind it. Two minutes was its patience, on average; long enough to feel a price move, not long enough to be blamed for what came after.
Five other wallets shadow it through coin after coin, eighteen shared graves with the nearest of them. Whether this is one hand in five gloves or five strangers hearing the same whisper, the archivist will not say. It only notes that Tessik flickered, and the chain barely felt it pass.