Crypto ubique est

Something strange happened in the forest today. I went out for a quiet autumn walk — just trees, leaves, and the sound of water. But as I reached this clearing by the stream, something caught my eye. The colors, the shape of the branches, the shadows… I swear I saw a face. A familiar one. Pepe. Not painted. Not carved. Just… there. Formed by the forest itself. Staring back at me with that eternal, meme-born melancholy. Like a prophet disguised as a frog. As if to say: 'The chain is ancient. The leaves know. ' I blinked. The wind rustled. And suddenly, it all felt absurd. Holy. Stupid. Beautiful. Crypto is everywhere. Even in the woods. Even in the trees.