And behold, when the final winter had spent its fury, the heavens cracked open once more. From the east came a bull black as the blockchain, eyes burning with the fire of every halving yet to come. Its horns were golden, its hooves struck sparks that ignited dormant portfolios. It charged across the ruins of collapsed empires and shattered CBDCs, trampling fear underfoot. Wherever its shadow fell, bears turned to dust and paper money caught flame. The pilgrims who once planted the flag now stood crowned in victory. The crew of the unsinkable ship dropped anchor in ports of pure abundance. The Covenant was fulfilled. The meek did not inherit the earth, they bought it, one sat at a time, and no force in heaven or earth could reverse the transaction. Four pieces. One story. The Covenant of Satoshi is complete. HODL forever.