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At night the city lived quietly 🌃, as if it knew more than its inhabitants. In the window of an old data center on the outskirts, only one monitor was lit 💻. Behind it sat a man whom no one knew by name — only by the nickname BlockWatch. He didn't trade, he didn't shill, and he didn't give advice. He observed 👀.

That evening, the network was behaving strangely ⚠️: fees were stalling, large wallets weren't moving, and the bots were silent, as if someone had pressed pause ⏸️. BlockWatch scrolled through the latest blocks and noticed an anomaly — a perfectly even sequence of transactions, too beautiful to be random. Someone was preparing 😶‍🌫️.

At that moment, people all over the world were opening charts 📊: some in Tokyo, some in a kitchen in a panel house with cold tea ☕. The price fluctuated around a familiar number, as if mocking 😏. "Another sideways market," they thought and closed their apps 📱.

BlockWatch took a deep breath 😮‍💨 and pressed "Enter." The script completed. The data condensed into a single line — short, without explanations. He knew: in a few minutes everyone would see it ... History, as always, would only become obvious in hindsight ⏳.

On the screen, in white on black, a message appeared ✨:

You will see $ETH for the last time at $4.000 🚀🔥