I had journeyed north beyond maps, beyond names, to where the silence of the world was undisturbed by time or memory.

Here, in this kingdom of frozen light, the mountains did not speak—but they watched. And the ice... the ice remembered.

I stood at the edge of a glacial mirror, where the water held still as breath before a scream. Colossal shards of ice jutted from the sea like the bones of titans long buried, now risen. Each one carved by wind, by storm, by centuries. They gleamed under a pitiless sun, untouched by mercy or man.

And there—between the fractured floes and crystalline cliffs—I saw it.

A formation so precise, so angular, it could not be nature’s accident.

A prism. A blade.
No... a sigil.

Ethereum, staring back at me from the ice. Not carved—revealed. As if the glacier had broken just so to birth it. Twin triangles mirrored and sharp, glinting with ancient purpose.

It felt… intentional. Like a message carved into the planet's skin before humans had names for things like 'blockchain' or 'value.'

Was this a relic? A monument? Or something yet to come?

The wind spoke in a voice I almost understood. The air shimmered with old power, the kind that chooses who hears it.

And in that moment, I knew:

This place was not forgotten.
It was waiting.

Not for explorers.
For believers.

Crypto is everywhere.

Crypto ubique est.