The flock watches. The unchosen fade. Will you hold $RAVEN or merge with the shadows? The flock demands your loyalty.
A gathering of feathers in the dark. Initiate the covenant. Swear the oath to hold the sacred key. No selling. No hesitation.
$RAVEN spreads its wings across the internet. The shadows lengthen. Domination of social grids. The cult multiplies.
The ultimate test. Weak hands are cast into the abyss. Only true believers remain. The community consolidates the floors.
Reaching the crimson moon. The sky turns deep red forever. The flock claims the heights. Eternal glory for the loyal.
We gather under the crimson sky. We reject the panic, the false noise of the charts, and the whispers of the uninitiated. Our commitment is absolute. We watch from the shadows, knowing the true destination.
Our feathers are forged in patience. The keys to the vault are lost, burned in the fire of the genesis block. What enters the covenant shall remain in the covenant.
One raven is a shadow. A flock of ravens is the abyss. Together, we are an unbreakable force. The weak will fade, but the covenant stands forever.
THE RAVEN SEES ALL. YOU HAVE ENTERED THE CRUCIBLE. REDEMPTION LIES IN THE HOLDING. SPEAK OF THIS TO NO ONE outside the coven.