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.