They say the north forgets.

That in the silence of snow and stone, all things vanish — names, histories, chains.

But they’re wrong.

There are valleys so deep and still, even the cold keeps secrets.
Here, where time moves no faster than frost across rock, the water itself has carved memory into form.
A shape — smooth, deliberate, unmistakable — rests in the glacier's heart.
A ripple frozen in time.
Not made by man, yet known to many.

You don’t see it at first.
You have to ascend, to pull your eyes back from detail and noise.
Only from above — from a place of stillness — does it reveal itself:
The mark of Sui, etched in ice and mountain.
Unspoken. Undefiled.

Not a logo.
A truth.

Some chains run deeper than the blockchain.
Some signals are not transmitted — they are embedded.

Crypto ubique est