On the thirteenth of September, in a single stretch of nine hours, Corben moved forty ETH through eleven doors and out fifteen, and the archivist marks the shape of it: a wallet that came for one thing and stayed only long enough to be sure it was gone. Thirty and a half ETH went into $NAORIS, the whole weight of the day thrown behind one coin, and twenty-nine came back out; a near-clean escape, the kind that looks like wisdom until you notice the hours were short and the exits fast.
Elsewhere Corben scattered smaller coins like afterthoughts, $GIT and $SERVO and $FLYPAD, $SPACECAT and $VESTA, each a few drops beside the flood into $NAORIS. Six percent of everything placed still sits unclaimed, a small ghost of conviction in a ledger built mostly on speed. Five other wallets keep crossing its path in the same coins, again and again, whether kin or coincidence the archivist will not say. What is certain: Corben does not linger. It arrives, it weighs the room, and within two hours on average it is already leaving.