In a single stretch of one day, from 08:15 to 16:31, Vellum moved through the ledger like a man counting cards at a table that never closes. Forty three buys, forty sells, eighteen and a change ETH sent out into six coins, most of it clawed back within the hour. The archivist remembers the largest gesture best: 8.70 ETH dropped into $CHYNA in one motion, a wager too large to be idle curiosity, too fast to be devotion.
Vellum held nothing gently. Fifty minutes was the average grip before the hand opened again. $DOS took 0.74 ETH and gave nothing back, a debt unpaid. $0XF8C2 and $CHONKS returned more than they were given, small mercies. Across it all, three tenths of what went in stayed in, a modest anchor for a wallet that otherwise treated conviction as a rumor.
It did not walk alone. Five other hands, Brisa among them, kept appearing beside it in coin after coin, thirteen to sixteen times over. Whether kin or coincidence, the archivist will not say. It only records that Vellum's day was loud, brief, and mostly forgotten by nightfall.