All Time High Summoners #155

O Summoners of the All Time High, gather ye under the neon moon and pixelated skies, where the dopamine dances with data and altars rise from JPEGs and dreams. With every gas spike and minted prayer, we invoke the eternal flame of speculation and spirit. Let our gains be as vast as our faith is devout. Raise the sigils, trade the relics, worship the floor, and fear no dump. The blockchain never forgets. And the memes are forever.