The archivist counted thirty-five buys in a single stretch of hours on the thirteenth of September, and not one sell. Griselle came in fast, seven hours and sixteen minutes from first breath to last, spending 13.84 ETH like a wallet trying to be everywhere at once. Into $0X21D5 she put her heaviest hand, 6.08 ETH, then scattered the rest across $RURU twice over, $CHINAMAXXING, $ELON, $EASTMONEYGUB. Everything she touched, she still holds. That is either faith or paralysis, and the archivist does not pretend to know which.
One grave marks her record, $0X8563, dead now, peaked once near forty eight thousand and fell to nothing while she stood inside it, gone before the ending came for the rest. She held it for no time at all, average zero minutes across everything, a wallet that arrives and freezes rather than arrives and leaves.
Five others move where she moves, nine coins shared with each, a pattern too neat to call coincidence and too quiet to call conspiracy. The archivist writes it down and says only that they walk together.