$PNUT Little fluffy-tailed squirrel, born on the chain that never sleeps, they took your body but not your story, and in every wallet, you are reborn. You dashed through the trees of Solana, amidst memes, laughter, and broken promises, your name is a whisper in thousands of chats: justice, memory, revenge, hope. You’re not gold, you’re not a king, you’re not serious, you’re a joke that becomes legend, you fall, they bury you, and the next day a green candle paints the chart. Squirrel, symbol of those who hold, of those who believe when no one is watching, when the market writes you off as dead, you stash acorns for winter. And when winter turns to summer, when the volume wakes the herd, that’s when we all understand in silence: memes never die, they just hibernate.$HMSTR