The frontiers of the Web3 markets attract many prospectors and adventurers lured by the promise of riches and glory. But few anticipate the cold, hard wilderness that must be negotiated along the way, and the remains of countless fallen hopefuls litter the land of the Bear. This is no country for the dilletante, the poltroon, or the fop.
It is a place of storms and darkness and wild beasts, and only the most focussed individuals may survive. Such rare persons study the contours of the land, its hazards and shelters, the currents of its winds, the cycle of its seasons. And when they are ready to set forth on their journey, they travel light, ever ready to alter course as events require, yet remaining ever set on their goal.
Meme: 9
Season: 10
Card: 6
