it was ritten in teh ancient scrolls: wan day a cat shal com. he shal wear teh orange robes. he shal sit criss-cross. he shal not care abuot ur red candles.
he do not chek teh chart. teh chart cheks him. he do not trade. he simply no.
he is not a cat with a plan. he is The Chosen One. and he has alredy won.



meny coins chase teh pump. teh Chosen One chases nothing. he sits. he purrs. teh markit coms to him. this is teh way.
ancient scrolls speek of an orange-robed wan.
eyes closed. paws folded. alredy at peace. alredy up.
$CHOSEN launches. teh faithful gather. teh candles turn green.
full ascension. numbir and spirit go up together.
even teh enlitend veryfi teh contrakt. copy + chek urself: