In a single window of four hours and twenty one minutes, on the thirteenth of September, this figure bought twenty nine times and sold not once. The archivist has seen misers before, but few this fast; most of them take days to gorge, this one took an afternoon. Into $DRAGONS it put its heaviest weight, two point nine ETH, then scattered the rest across $ASIANHOOD, $MISTR, $ASI, $NINA, $SOUP, six coins wearing its coin like a crown it never removed.
Call it conviction, the archivist will not argue; every drop it placed still sits where it was placed, not one ETH withdrawn. But conviction without patience is only haste dressed in a longer coat, and this wallet holds nothing longer than the time it takes to click again.
It did not move alone. Five other figures kept appearing beside it, in sixteen or seventeen of the same coins, footsteps in the same snow. The archivist does not say they are one hand. It only notes that the snow was crowded, and the hoarder never once looked back to see who else was walking there.