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At night the city lived quietly ๐ŸŒƒ, as if it knew more than its inhabitants. In the window of an old data center on the outskirts, only one monitor was lit ๐Ÿ’ป. Behind it sat a man whom no one knew by name โ€” only by the nickname BlockWatch. He didn't trade, he didn't shill, and he didn't give advice. He observed ๐Ÿ‘€.

That evening, the network was behaving strangely โš ๏ธ: fees were stalling, large wallets weren't moving, and the bots were silent, as if someone had pressed pause โธ๏ธ. BlockWatch scrolled through the latest blocks and noticed an anomaly โ€” a perfectly even sequence of transactions, too beautiful to be random. Someone was preparing ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ.

At that moment, people all over the world were opening charts ๐Ÿ“Š: some in Tokyo, some in a kitchen in a panel house with cold tea โ˜•. The price fluctuated around a familiar number, as if mocking ๐Ÿ˜. "Another sideways market," they thought and closed their apps ๐Ÿ“ฑ.

BlockWatch took a deep breath ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ and pressed "Enter." The script completed. The data condensed into a single line โ€” short, without explanations. He knew: in a few minutes everyone would see it ... History, as always, would only become obvious in hindsight โณ.

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

You will see $ETH for the last time at $4.000 ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ”ฅ