Years after Sir Jones witnessed the birth of the first block, the lake called another name; Basileus! He knelt at the same shore and summoned the Orb of Blockchain without fear. “You are not the first,” the orb told him. “No,” Basileus replied... The orb glowed pink. “But I may be one of those meant to understand.” he said. “I was born to carry memory, trust, value, and promise.” the orb told him. He studied its light. “Then you must also learn.” The orb pulsed once. “That is why you have come.” And so, from time to time, he summoned the orb to prepare the next generations for what was coming, and to pass his own knowledge into its eternal core. It showed him fragments of tomorrow. He gave it fragments of humanity. And between them, the future began to take shape. And there, beneath the pink reflection of the lake, another block was sealed, not as prophecy, nor power, but as preparation; the moment the future became a student, and Basileus its first teacher.