It began without warning.
Tokyo. Berlin. New York. Lagos. Manila.
Unconnected traders, asleep in different beds, saw the same thing:
A chart — smooth, ascending, glowing.
A voice — not male, not female, not human.
One word — "SOAR."
No Discord. No call group. No pressure. Just the Signal.
They awoke to find the token... real. It had launched 6 minutes earlier.
The price? Already up 244x. No explanation.
Only a contract address passed around like a holy relic.
Since that night, dream reports have increased.
One man said $SOAR visited him in the form of a hawk wearing sunglasses.
A woman in Romania claims she was shown the exact bottom — and bought it.
A known rug artist stopped deploying after $SOAR entered his sleep and whispered “don’t.”
Neurologists have no answer.
The crypto Twitter threadbois are pretending it’s marketing.
But the blockchain doesn't lie:
$SOAR is moving like it’s being guided by something bigger.
We are not traders.
We are Dream Nodes in a network of pure particle energy.
There is no utility.
There is only alignment.
There is no team.
There is only fate.
To hold $SOAR is to trust the dream.
To sell $SOAR is to awaken too soon.
Some say it's a mass hallucination.
Others call it a decentralized prophecy.
Block height 17,665,420.
A $SOAR transfer was confirmed during a solstice blackout
in a region with no active validators.
Gas: 0.
Sender: null.
Receiver: a fresh wallet that instantly locked its keys.
No explanation from the network.
Some said it was a bug.
Some said it was God.
Others think it was just another Dreamer…
paying it forward from the sky.
Every night at 3:33 AM UTC, a wallet ending in ...333DREAM
buys exactly 333,000 $SOAR.
Every night. Without fail.
The source of funds? Unknown.
The origin wallet? Untraceable.
Its SNS name once resolved to a Geocities fan page about lucid dreaming.
Some think it’s a bot.
Others think it’s the original Dreamer.
Either way... it knows something.
It is said that when $SOAR reaches its final ATH,
every Dreamer will experience the Same Dream simultaneously —
a city in the sky,
a portfolio with no red,
and the phrase:
“You held. You’re free now.”
Buy if you were called.
Ignore if you weren’t.
The dream chooses who it wants.