> For the complete documentation index, see [llms.txt](https://docs.endhonesa.com/llms.txt). Markdown versions of documentation pages are available by appending `.md` to page URLs; this page is available as [Markdown](https://docs.endhonesa.com/03-the-story.../theres-still-a-chance..md).

# There's still a chance.

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## In The 0101 Universe…

### There is [The Melting Land](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)…

#### Pseudonymous Invitations

> Broadcast Date: January 20, 2022
>
> Broadcaster: [**Cap’n ROTY BROI (ID 530)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: The dead can't reveal any secret information.
>
> Message:\
> Whoever you are, you can't reveal any secret information if you have been killed or died. Here your **Cap’n** will spare you as survivors. So, you can reveal this secret to your fellow brothers in the future. But, this is not for those who are lazy to read, listen, and think.
>
> Commenter: A Resident of **Dunno What Water**
>
> Comment: Aye, aye, Captain!!!
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: January 25, 2022
>
> Broadcaster: A Mass Media of **Dunno What Water**
>
> Subject: Rioting and looting, chaos happens.
>
> Message:\
> In the land of **Dunno What Water** some people wearing masks, carrying crowbars and flags started rioting and looting, and chaos happened. There is a unique phenomenon, [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) on Earth has already begun...
>
> Commenter: [**Cap’n ROTY BROI (ID 530)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Comment: Shiver me timbers!!!
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: January 30, 2022
>
> Broadcaster: A Mass Media of **Dunno What Water**
>
> Subject: Riots got worse, phenomenon happens.
>
> Message:\
> The riots continued and got worse in the land of **Dunno What Water**. Many people wearing masks carried away various kinds of loot. The unique phenomenon, [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) on Earth is continuously happening...
>
> Commenter: [**Cap’n ROTY BROI (ID 530)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Comment: Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: February 10, 2022
>
> Broadcaster: A Resident of **Dunno What Water**
>
> Subject: No place to tread on, all we have is sinking.
>
> Message:\
> Panic swept the region of the land. All people from any strata are confused to save themselves. They wear any clothes and carry any things they can get. There is no more land to tread on. Everything has melted. Only [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) on Earth is sinking every civilization ever built.
>
> Commenter: [**Cap’n ROTY BROI (ID 530)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Comment: All hands ahoy!!!
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap’n ROTY BROI (ID 530)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Speech...
>
> [**THE MELTING LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)
>
> So far, scientists have been aware of the fact that on Earth not only ice can melt, but even the land we step on can also melt. This fact is still kept secret to prevent the occurrence of chaos for mankind on Earth because in February 2022 it has been known that the land all over the surface of the Earth will melt completely without the consent of mankind.
>
> **DUNNO WHAT WATER**
>
> That secret fact is known by **Mr. BROY**, a resident in the land of **Dunno What Water**. The land of **Dunno What Water** is a country that is famous for its natural products in the form of **Nameless Liquid**, but it is able to bring peace to the drinker. But that peace will no longer be felt by **Mr. BROY** because he knows that there is a phenomenon of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) on Earth.
>
> [**THE ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> **Mr. BROY** found himself unable to find peace even though he had drunk liters of **Nameless Liquid**. So, **Mr. BROY** decided to build an ark that could survive when a unique phenomenon of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) on Earth occurred.
>
> **Mr. BROY** named the ark [**ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) because it was inspired by the shape of [**BREAD (ROTI)**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/43.-logo-pabrik-roti) in a [**BREADS FACTORY LOGO**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/43.-logo-pabrik-roti) that resembles an ark for an emergency, a condition that seriously trapped, stuck, squeezed until pinched.
>
> **PSEUDONYMOUS INVITATION**
>
> Even on a limited basis, **Mr. BROY** has a purpose to invite and save mankind who likes to drink the **Nameless Liquid**, to participate and join in [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), to sail [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) on Earth. Besides that, **Mr. BROY** can also feel a little peace, a little restlessness can be put to sleep when he is busy building the ark.
>
> Pseudonymous invitations have been created and provided by **Mr. BROY** in a very limited manner, there are only 1047 invitations, with unique illustrations, which were drawn by **Mr. BROY** himself.
>
> **MINT THE INVITATION**
>
> Whoever holds the invitation in their wallet can join [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). Together we sail the sea of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) on Earth. Without having to worry about running out of the **Nameless Liquid** and ready to welcome a new leaf of life on the new surface of the Earth, which is eternal throughout time.
>
> Get [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) invitation, mint the invitation, hold it in your wallet, and make sure your fellow brothers are not left behind and forgotten.

***

#### The Melting Date

> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: February 14, 2022
>
> Message:\
> First of all, happy **Valentine's Day**, I hope that in the midst of this disaster, we will always **LOVE** and remember all those who did not survive.
>
> I'm [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 530)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). There are 1047 males onboard in this ark. They are all safe and survived [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). I'm one of them and my successor will be chosen by vote after I'm done creating this first log.
>
> Now we are sailing the surface of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) on Earth with all survivors who are all male and feel very grateful today. They survive, and they can celebrate **Valentine's Day** which is after the disaster occurred, **Valentine's Day** is still to be celebrated, and that is a sign that our **LOVE** is almost eternal, immutable in any conditions.
>
> But there is something fringe in theory. Almost all survivors said that the end of this month is February 29, 2022. They explain that since September 30, 2020, before [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), an additional day added in the leap year started to happen on that date and will happen again on September 30, 2024, or every four years. They explain more, that February always has 29 days, and September has 29 days instead of 30, except in the leap year, September has 30 days.
>
> Here I tried to make some conversions, I named it **Melting Date**, and I also created a new abbreviation, **B.M.** which means **Before Melting**...
>
> **Melting Date**: September 30, 2020 (September 30, 2020, **B.M.**)\
> \
> **Melting Date**: February 28, 2021 (February 28, 2021, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: February 29, 2021 (March 1, 2021, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: September 29, 2021 (September 30, 2021, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: October 1, 2021 (October 1, 2021, **B.M.**)\
> \
> **Melting Date**: February 28, 2022 (February 28, 2022, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: February 29, 2022 (March 1, 2022, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: September 29, 2022 (September 30, 2022, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: October 1, 2022 (October 1, 2022, **B.M.**)\
> \
> **Melting Date**: February 28, 2023 (February 28, 2023, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: February 29, 2023 (March 1, 2023, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: September 29, 2023 (September 30, 2023, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: October 1, 2023 (October 1, 2023, **B.M.**)\
> \
> **Melting Date**: February 29, 2024 (February 29, 2024, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: September 30, 2024 (September 30, 2024, **B.M.**)\
> \
> **Melting Date**: February 28, 2025 (February 28, 2025, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: February 29, 2025 (March 1, 2025, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: September 29, 2025 (September 30, 2025, **B.M.**)\
> **Melting Date**: October 1, 2025 (October 1, 2025, **B.M.**)
>
> and so on...
>
> Only me and **Mr. BROY** still admit that the end of this month is February 28, 2022, and still use the **Before Melting** calendar version. But we don't want to make a big deal out of it because they will make a big deal out of us both and kick us out of the ark if we still use the **Before Melting** calendar version.
>
> They really hated the **Before Melting** calendar version. That's why I suggested choosing a new [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) by voting. I'm afraid while being [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), I'm still using the **Before Melting** calendar version for any formal announcement, which will get me in trouble. That's also the reason for **Mr. BROY** to hide from the other passengers, I don't know why, he still uses the **Before Melting** calendar version for any of his work on paper.

***

#### The Melting Journey

> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Broadcaster: [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: Unknown.
>
> Message:\
> Hi, there. This is... This is [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md). Is anyone out there?
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Broadcaster: A Survivor of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)
>
> Subject: Unknown.
>
> Message:\
> Hello! I'm trying to get in contact with anyone.
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Broadcaster: A Survivor of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)
>
> Subject: Unknown.
>
> Message:\
> We've had some luck finding people with this transmission.
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Broadcaster: A Mass Media of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)
>
> Subject: Unknown.
>
> Message:\
> When there is no longer any land to stand on, everything becomes like a turbulent sea. Entire cities were lost, sinking in [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md).
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Broadcaster: A Mass Media of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)
>
> Subject: Unknown.
>
> Message:\
> The United Nations Office for Disaster Risk Reduction reports today that help may never be soon...
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Broadcaster: A Mass Media of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)
>
> Subject: Unknown.
>
> Message:\
> ...various debris used as a place to stand and survive, amidst [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md).
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Broadcaster: A Mass Media of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)
>
> Subject: Unknown.
>
> Message:\
> The United Nations Office for Disaster Risk Reduction has created an announcement that instructs to build a survival ship that works as a kind of ark, so the people who survive can live there.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: February 14, 2022
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm the new [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 547)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) here. Well, thanks for voting me to be the new **Cap'n**...
>
> As you know, this isn't the end. Not even close. This is just the beginning. We've lost entire cities. There is no official authority to help. All governments collapsed in all countries. But others have found a rough way to survive their life.
>
> Zero-knowledge between each of us, trust-less, and there is only gossip that spreads between us that can be used to confirm and validate who we are. If you out there can survive, survive your life! Help each other no matter the conditions. Be prepared for anything. Our journey has just begun.
>
> Although we still don't know where we should go, this ark bought us some time which gave us a chance. Sailing nowhere to survive our life. By vote, we will continue to choose the one as a **Captain**. By vote, we will always decide how to regulate our activities. By vote, we will always decide where our ark should sail on this journey.
>
> P.S. This message is specifically addressed to all [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), my successor. Always remember the fringes in theory that are recorded in all logs, pay attention to whether there are fringes in theory that happen, and put it in your daily log.

***

#### [The Melting Archipelago](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md)

> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: February 21, 2022
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 547)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)...
>
> Today is 21 February 2022. For more than one week we have been adrift on the surface of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)'s waves. There are no signs yet of concrete land for our ark to decide where to be sailed and anchored.
>
> We are mostly skeptical from the beginning and feel desperate when we are aware of the condition. Only a few of us remain optimistic and still have faith in this journey. That makes me overwhelmed with various efforts to survive. But I still continue to discuss with all of us to determine how our activities would be, and how existing resources would be managed while we are surviving on this ark.
>
> Although many of us are already pessimistic about what I'm doing, all that skepticism, despair, and pessimism were just thrown away every time we encountered lone survivors adrift amidst the waves of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). Each of them survived on whatever debris they could find.
>
> It is another fringe in theory that I found. All the lone survivors we encountered were females with the same name, [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md). It appears that I am the only one who realizes that this theory is on the fringe. Today, when we once again encounter a survivor, everyone involved in saving her, bringing her onto this ark, and taking care of her is not surprised to hear another female lone survivor say her name is [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md).
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), who we saved this time, couldn't keep quiet, she was always shouting and saying, "*Who is your leader? Who is in charge of this ark? I want to meet and talk to your leader. I have to talk to your leader alone.*" Until finally I allowed her to talk to me.
>
> Turns out she brought me a bundle of maps, containing only 15 pages of different maps of the island, that she believes originally contained 20 pages of different maps of the island, and it is the maps of the concrete lands of the Earth's surface after [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). [**ABSART IDSA Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md) was written on the cover of that bundle of maps but she named that bundle of maps [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md).
>
> She told me the details on each map and showed me some notes, one of the notes said that the first map was created on January 31, 2022, and the last map was created on June 21, 2022 (on June 22, 2022, **B.M.**), but the last five maps are gone. The date of the last map is another fringe in theory for me.
>
> But, with the belief of [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), who we saved this time, which somehow all other [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) also shared, we voted and decided to guide this ark sailing through [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) to find that [**Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md) one by one. And this hard decision brings a very big hope for us all.

***

#### The Melting BOMB

> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: February 24, 2022
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm the new [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)...
>
> I was chosen by vote after [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 547)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) admitted that what we are facing now is no longer only a natural disaster.
>
> [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) is already enough to make all living beings lose their footing. There is no more land to stand on. There is no more sea that behaves like sea. There is no more clear border between land and water. Everything is melting, sinking, shaking, and swallowing what was once called civilization.
>
> States have collapsed. Governments have disappeared from the surface. The old international authorities are silent, broken, unreachable, or maybe already drowned. The names of countries still exist in our memories, but their hands can no longer reach those who are floating on debris, boats, balloons, broken roofs, survival ships, and whatever can still carry life above [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md).
>
> But today, we heard something that should never have happened in the middle of this disaster.
>
> A very loud explosion.
>
> A BOMB.
>
> At first, all passengers of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) thought that another piece of the old world had collapsed into the waves of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). But the sound did not come from the land. There was no land left to collapse.
>
> The sound came from war.
>
> One of the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) was standing near the edge of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) when the explosion happened. She was not the [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) who brought the maps. Or maybe she was. I could no longer be certain, because every [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) had the same face, the same name, and yet each of them carried a different way of surviving.
>
> This [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) wore something that looked like a torn communication officer uniform. She did not scream when the explosion shook the air. She only closed her eyes, listened to the echo, and said, "*That was not the land collapsing.*"
>
> Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), the one who kept holding the bundle of maps, answered from behind her, "*No. That was sent.*"
>
> No one asked how she knew. Or maybe everyone wanted to ask, but no one had enough courage to hear the answer. For me, it was another fringe in theory. The land was melting. Time was already broken. The same woman kept appearing from the waves with the same name.
>
> And now, before any of us could understand the maps, war had found us in the middle of nowhere. Far across the moving surface of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), a highly advanced ark built by Russia fired a bomb toward another ark that was later known as an ark of Ukraine.
>
> I repeat this because my anger still needs a shape. In the middle of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), when every living being is already struggling not to sink, someone still chose to drop a bomb. This is another fringe in theory. When the world was whole, they said war happened because people fought over land. Now there is no land, and war still found a way to float.
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 547)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) gathered us and spoke honestly. He said he could lead in emergency. He could defend. He could think through panic. He could continue the journey to find [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md). But he was not prepared to lead us through a war born inside a disaster. He was a fighter, not a war strategist. He was a **Captain** for survival, not for geopolitical madness.
>
> During the long discussion, the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) did not speak as one voice. That made me more afraid. Until that day, their mystery had always been in their sameness. Same name. Same body. Same face. Same sudden appearance among the waves of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md).
>
> But when the bomb fell, their differences became clearer. One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said we must continue toward [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md) no matter what happened. Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said no ark would ever reach any archipelago if it ignored the bombs falling between the waves. Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said nothing. She only took a piece of charcoal and wrote three words on broken wood:
>
> [**DROP NFT NOT BOMB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md)
>
> When [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 547)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) admitted that he was not the right person to lead us through a war inside a disaster, the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) did not argue. They only looked at each other. Then, one by one, they voted.
>
> I still do not know whether they voted as different people, or as one mystery scattered into many bodies. But their votes were counted like everyone else's. That is how I became [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md).
>
> I did not ask for this anger, but I will not throw it away. Anger is dangerous when it becomes a bomb. But anger can become a message when it is tied to a sail. That is what we did. We took down the old sailcloth of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) and covered the ark with a larger sailcloth carrying one message:
>
> [**DROP NFT NOT BOMB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md)
>
> We chose that message because all 1047 men onboard are here through NFT-verified invitations. They minted the invitations. They held them in their wallets. Those invitations allowed them to become passengers of this ark.
>
> An NFT did not kill them. An NFT did not sink them. An NFT did not destroy an ark. An NFT became an invitation, a sign, a memory, a ticket, a proof that someone could still be saved. So if anything must be dropped into this broken world, drop invitations. Drop messages. Drop artworks. Drop maps. Drop food. Drop help. Drop anything that may save one more life.
>
> [**Drop NFT, not BOMB.**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md)
>
> After we raised the sail, every passenger helped spread the message. Some wrote the message on pieces of cloth and tied them to debris. Some placed notes inside bottles and released them to the waves of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). Some shouted it to the wind. Some painted it on broken boards. Some tied it to birds that still remembered the sky. Some whispered it to snakes, fish, and other creatures that still survived between the melting waves.
>
> We did not know whether the message would reach anyone. But it did. The first reply did not come from a flag. It came through a broken transmission. The voice was unclear at first, swallowed by static, wind, and the sound of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) pushing against everything that still floated. Then we heard it.
>
> "*This is* [***Amanda***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)*.*"
>
> Everyone on the ark froze. Because the voice did not come from any [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) onboard. The transmission came from another vessel.
>
> Then another message arrived through a bottle. The handwriting looked too familiar. Another reply came from something tied to a bird. The knot was made in the same strange way one of our [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) tied the maps.
>
> I asked the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) onboard whether they knew the [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) from the other vessel. They answered differently.
>
> One said, "*Not yet.*"
>
> One said, "*Maybe.*"
>
> One said, "*She heard the same thing.*"
>
> I asked what she heard. The [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) with the torn communication officer uniform pointed at the sailcloth and said, "*That.*"
>
> [**DROP NFT NOT BOMB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md)
>
> That was when I began to understand that the message was not only traveling from ark to ark. It was also traveling through [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md).
>
> Around ten arks, ships, balloons, and other survival vessels answered us. They were not the same as us. Some carried artists. Some carried collectors. Some carried families. Some carried people who had never met each other before the disaster. Some carried those who had only one thing in common: They did not want the end of the world to become an excuse for more killing.
>
> We exchanged messages in every possible way. We agreed to move closer. We agreed to gather. We agreed to build something larger than each of us. But not all of them arrived.
>
> With [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), eleven vessels tried to converge. Only seven became one. Six of them reached us. Four were destroyed on the way, shattered by bombs and swallowed by [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). We mourned them.
>
> Then we joined what remained. Seven vessels became one greater ark. We still call it [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). Not because the others disappeared into our name, but because every ark that joined us carried the same message into the same survival body.
>
> The message became louder. The sail became wider. The ark became stronger. The passengers became more than passengers. They became messengers.
>
> Across [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), people began to understand that rescue must become greater than revenge. Help must travel farther than hatred. A message must be dropped before a bomb is dropped.
>
> War may still happen. Bombs may still fall. We are not naive. We are particles that can be scattered, broken, and carried away by the waves. But if we keep calling each other, if we keep voting, if we keep sending messages, if we keep building arks instead of destroying them, then we can return to our true form, **living beings defending life.**
>
> To all my successors, and to all who read this log. If you must drop something, drop what can save. [**Drop NFT, not BOMB.**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md)
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md), anytime you hear us yelling, [**OiOi!!!!**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)

***

#### The Melting Rabbit

> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: May 31, 2022
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)...
>
> I write this log on May 31, 2022, not because I am certain this happened today. I write May 31 because everyone remembers that it happened in May, but no one agrees on the date. Some said it was May 13. Some said it was May 15. Some insisted that both dates were true. Some no longer cared, because after [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), a date is no longer always a place where time can stand. So I choose the last day of May. At least this log will not let May disappear.
>
> The waves of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) were still roaring. The sound of bombs still came from far away. Sometimes the air still carried the sharp sound of bullets, even when we could no longer see who fired them, who received them, and what kind of land they thought they were fighting for. But the message from our sail kept spreading.
>
> [**DROP NFT NOT BOMB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md)
>
> Some vessels answered it. Some followed it. Some only watched it from far away. Some may have rejected it. But the message had already become part of the wind. Once a message enters the wind, no **Captain** can fully command where it goes.
>
> Then the rabbits appeared. At first, I thought I saw a small creature jumping between broken boards. Then another one appeared on a floating tire. Then another one leaped from the remains of a roof to a drifting door. Then one landed on the outer side of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), shook some mud from its feet, looked at us, and jumped away again as if the disaster was only a game it had not yet lost.
>
> I wanted to say "rabbit", but no one said "rabbit". Everyone pointed and shouted the same name:
>
> "[***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md)*!*"
>
> "[***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md)*!*"
>
> "*There is* [***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md)*!*"
>
> "*Look, that is* [***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md)*!*"
>
> I do not know who taught them the name. I do not know whether the name came from memory, gossip, fear, hope, or another fringe in theory. But from that moment, I wrote them in this log as [**Luffy The Rabbit**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md).
>
> The strange thing was not only that they survived. The strange thing was that everyone seemed to believe that seeing [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) meant access to something good.
>
> Some said [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) brings luck. Some said [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) opens a path. Some said [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) is not luck itself, but a key to a future profit. Some said whoever could care for [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) would one day receive something valuable. Some said whoever only tried to catch [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) for greed would receive nothing but bitten fingers and shame.
>
> As usual, no one could prove anything. As usual, everyone talked as if the gossip was already a system.
>
> I listened to all of them and could only write my own conclusion. Maybe [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) is a prayer that learned how to jump. Maybe [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) is hope with ears. Maybe [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) is the shape of our desire to still believe that something good can appear, even when the ground has melted, the sea has lost its name, and war keeps trying to enter the disaster.
>
> The [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) did not look surprised. That made me suspicious.
>
> They did not run after [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) like many of the passengers did. They did not shout with the same hunger. They did not argue about which [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) was more lucky. They only watched, sometimes smiled, sometimes ignored them, sometimes looked as if they had already seen all of this before.
>
> One passenger shouted from the side of the ark, "*There is* [***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) *jumping onto the pile of used tires!*"
>
> One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) answered without turning her head, "*That is the* [***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) *that has been trying to climb this ark since yesterday.*"
>
> Everyone became silent for a few seconds. Then everyone started talking again, because silence never lasts long on an ark filled with survivors.
>
> Another afternoon, near the stern of the ark, while the wind was less cruel and the waves were pretending to be gentle, one [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) suddenly asked, "*Have you seen the* [***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) *biting a carrot and wearing a hot dog hat?*"
>
> Everyone who had been exchanging stories about seeing, saving, chasing, catching, feeding, and keeping [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) immediately stopped talking. No one knew whether she was joking. No one knew whether she was warning us. No one knew whether carrot and hot dog should exist together in any reasonable theory. For me, it was another fringe in theory.
>
> After that, the passengers began to record every [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) they saw. What was on its head. What was on its body. What it was biting. Whether it jumped toward us or away from us. Whether it stayed on the ark or disappeared into the waves. Whether an [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) recognized it. Whether it had already been seen before. Whether it brought laughter, argument, work, or prayer.
>
> Some [**Luffys**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) wore something like hats. Some wore something like shirts. Some looked wrapped in pieces of cloth, hoodies, or strange little costumes that should not survive this kind of world. Some bit carrots. Some bit things that were not carrots. Some bit nothing, but still looked as if they were hiding a secret between their teeth.
>
> We kept the list. We compared the stories. We removed duplicates. We argued. We voted. We argued again.
>
> We asked the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md). The [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) answered in ways that made the list more accurate and less understandable at the same time.
>
> At the end, the number did not grow beyond 47. Only [**47 Luffys**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md). Forty-seven, and each of them felt like one of one. No two [**Luffys**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) were truly the same.
>
> Even when two passengers swore they saw the same one, an [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) would sometimes say, "*Same* [***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md)*. Different hunger.*"
>
> Or, "*Different* [***Luffy***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md)*. Same jump.*"
>
> Or, "*Do not count only the ears.*"
>
> I do not know what those answers mean. I recorded them anyway.
>
> In the margin of one record, someone had written, **`Jajang-STD`**.
>
> No one admitted writing it. One passenger said it was a name. Another said it was a mark. Another said it was a standard. One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) looked at it for a long time and said, "*That is how some creatures remember who drew their way out.*"
>
> Then she refused to explain more.
>
> In another piece of wet paper, under the list of [**47 Luffys**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md), there was a strange note, **`25.5 SOL`**.
>
> Again, no one admitted writing it. We did not know whether SOL meant sun, salt, signal, soul, sale, or something from a universe that had not yet introduced itself. But the number kept being repeated in gossip. Some said it was the volume of luck. Some said it was the weight of attention. Some said it was how far the story of [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) had traveled. Some said it was proof that if people kept watching, caring, talking, playing, and believing, even a rabbit could move value across the waves.
>
> Until this log is written, I still do not know what kind of luck [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) brings. I do not know the shape of the profit. I do not know whether keeping [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) makes someone rich, safe, healthy, loved, remembered, or simply less hopeless.
>
> But perhaps that is the important part. Perhaps the value is not only in the luck. Perhaps the value is in the hope that luck may still exist.
>
> Because that hope made people pay attention. That hope made them care. That hope made them protect something smaller than themselves. That hope made them count, draw, compare, speak, laugh, argue, vote, learn, work, play, and pray.
>
> And in a world where land has melted, governments have collapsed, bombs still fall, and the future is only a rumor carried by waves, anything that can make living beings continue to think, move, care, and grow is already more valuable than we can fully measure.
>
> To all my successors, and to all who read this log. If you see [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md), do not only chase it. Notice it. Learn how it jumps. Learn what it carries. Learn why everyone calls it by name before anyone calls it a rabbit.
>
> Maybe fortune is not something [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) gives.
>
> Maybe fortune is something we become capable of receiving after we choose to keep paying attention.

***

#### The Melting Pigs

> Recovered Fragments...
>
> Source: Unknown.
>
> Message:\
> We do not need gold today. We do not need flags. We do not need a throne. We do not need a border. We need food.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Fragments...
>
> Source: Broken radio call.
>
> Message:\
> Is anyone out there still eating? Please answer. What do you eat now? What do you cook? What do you feed your children? What do you feed your old people? What do you feed those who cannot chew? Please answer.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Fragments...
>
> Source: Scratched wood found attached to the side of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md).
>
> Message:\
> Do not look at your friend like food. Not yet. Please.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Fragments...
>
> Source: A bottle note.
>
> Message:\
> We saw one of us offer a part of himself to someone he loved. We are not writing this to shame him. We are writing this because hunger has started to speak louder than us.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Fragments...
>
> Source: Unknown [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md).
>
> Message:\
> The capsules are almost gone. We need to learn how to make food again before food becomes only a memory.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: Unknown (after May 31, 2022)
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)...
>
> I do not know the exact date of this log. I only know that this happened after the rabbits, after the songs of [**DROP NFT NOT BOMB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md) had entered the wind, after the seven vessels became one greater ark, and after we began to understand that surviving a disaster is not the same as living through it.
>
> At first, [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) stole the ground from under our feet. Then war stole the silence from our ears. Then hunger began to steal the shape of our thoughts.
>
> Hunger is not like a bomb. A bomb falls once, destroys what it hits, and leaves smoke behind. Hunger stays. Hunger waits inside the stomach. Hunger sits beside every discussion. Hunger listens to every vote. Hunger watches every friendship. Hunger changes the way one living being looks at another living being.
>
> That was the most terrifying part. Not the waves. Not the bombs. Not even the absence of land. The most terrifying part was the moment when some eyes began to ask a question that no mouth wanted to say:
>
> **What can still be eaten?**
>
> We received messages from outside [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) asking the same thing. Some came through broken radio calls. Some came through bottles. Some came scratched into plastic containers. Some were written on cloth tied to floating branches. Some were nothing but voices recorded on devices that still had a little battery left. All of them carried the same fear:
>
> **Food was disappearing.**
>
> Seeds were wet. Flour had spoiled. Rice had become mud. Salt had become too much and not enough at the same time. Fish no longer knew where water ended and land began. Birds became rare. The rabbits called [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) had already become a wound in our memory.
>
> We failed them. We saw them as luck, as play, as hope, as something small that made us laugh. Then hunger came, and many began to see them as meat. Some argued that they were easier to accept. Some said they were clean. Some said they were allowed. Some said they were safer for the heart than eating what was forbidden.
>
> But we did not build a future from them. We consumed what should have been protected. We took before we learned how to breed. We ate before we understood how to keep life continuing.
>
> By the time this regret became clear, almost no one could say with certainty that [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) still remained. That is another fringe in theory, fortune can disappear when treated only as food.
>
> The [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) had emergency capsules. Some said the capsules were made for war. Some said they were made for deep forests. Some said they were made for soldiers, astronauts, sailors, or people who were forced to be far away from civilization. Some [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) called them food. Some [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) refused to call them food.
>
> One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*A capsule can delay hunger. It cannot rebuild a kitchen.*"
>
> Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*A kitchen is not a room. A kitchen is a civilization trying not to eat itself.*"
>
> Their capsules ran low. Their discussions became longer. They crushed what remained. They dried what could still be dried. They mixed powders. They tested bitter things. They argued over smell, poison, salt, rot, and memory. They tried to make something that could replace food, but the more they tried, the clearer it became. We did not only need something to swallow. We needed something that could continue.
>
> Then the messages changed. At first, they came as rumor. Then as repeated signal. Then as confirmed fragments from many directions.
>
> There were living creatures under [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). Not fish. Not snakes. Not drowned birds. Pigs.
>
> Somehow, in the depths of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), there were air pockets. Some were empty. Some carried old smells of trapped rooms. Some carried the breath of animals that should have died with the farms, forests, and villages.
>
> Inside some of those air pockets, pigs had survived. Some were alone. Some were in groups. Some looked like farm pigs. Some looked like wild pigs. Some looked as if they had become something between memory and mud.
>
> The first discovery did not come from a formal search. It came from a shout. Those who stayed above the surface shouted to those who dived below, "*BOII! BOII!*"
>
> The divers disappeared into the thick surface of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). We waited. The ropes shook. The mud bubbled. Some came back coughing with nothing. Some came back crying after finding only empty air pockets. Then, from below, a reply came, "[***OiOi! OiOi!***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)"
>
> They had found them. Pigs inside an air pocket.
>
> After that, the call became a system. From above, "*BOII! BOII!*"
>
> From below, if life was found, "[***OiOi! OiOi!***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)"
>
> That is how the name spread through the ark, [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi).
>
> Not just pigs. Not only meat. Not only animals trapped under mud. They became a call and response. A sign that something living was still hidden below the death of the surface.
>
> But finding them did not immediately save us. Finding them almost split us apart. The debate became harder than the dive. Some passengers said pigs were forbidden. Some said disaster had changed the law of survival. Some said emergency allowed what ordinary days refused. Some said faith should not be rewritten by hunger. Some said refusing the only renewable food source would turn piety into mass death. Some said we still had no right to decide while even one [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) might remain. Some said that was exactly the mistake. We had already turned [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) into food before turning it into a future.
>
> For hours, the ark was full of voices. Halal. Haram. Emergency. Faith. Hunger. Breeding. Shame. Survival. Death.
>
> No word stood alone. Every word carried a stomach behind it. Every stomach carried a belief above it.
>
> I did not want to make a law from anger. I did not want to make a law from hunger. I did not want to make a law that forced one mouth to betray what kept that mouth human. But I also could not lead an ark where living beings slowly began to imagine each other as food.
>
> So we discussed. We argued. We listened. We failed to listen. We returned to the discussion.
>
> We asked the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md). They did not answer as one voice. One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*Do not ask hunger to become moral. Build a system before hunger becomes king.*"
>
> Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*Emergency does not erase belief. Emergency tests whether belief can protect life without becoming cruelty.*"
>
> Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) also said, "*If you eat everything, you end the story. If you breed what can live, you write the next page.*"
>
> Then one [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), the same one who had once asked about the [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) biting a carrot and wearing a hot dog hat, said, "*You already know what happens when you do not think beyond the first meal.*"
>
> No one answered her. Because she was right.
>
> We voted. The decision was not simple. The vote did not erase anyone's belief. The vote did not command every mouth to eat. The vote established an emergency law for the ark:
>
> [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) would be rescued, protected, bred, and used as survival food under emergency agreement.
>
> We would not repeat the mistake of [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md). We would not consume without continuing. We would not hunt without breeding. We would not turn hunger into a government.
>
> We celebrated the decision, not because pigs became food, but because a conflict that could have broken the ark became an agreement that kept the ark alive.
>
> Messages were sent outward. The call spread, "*BOII! BOII!*"
>
> The answer spread, "[***OiOi! OiOi!***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)"
>
> Other vessels tried to do the same. Some succeeded for a while. Most failed.
>
> Outside [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), many could still find [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) in the air pockets under [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), but almost none could keep them breeding.
>
> The animals weakened. Some stopped eating. Some refused the water. Some became sick after being brought above the surface. Some escaped back into the mud. Some died before giving life to another generation.
>
> But on our ark, they lived. On our ark, they bred. On our ark, they became healthier than we expected. This success made me suspicious.
>
> The [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) knew something. I saw it in the way they watched the water. I saw it in the way they tasted what they gave to the animals. I saw it in the way they stopped some passengers from changing the recycling barrels.
>
> I asked them. At first, they were silent. Then the [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) with the torn communication officer uniform said, "*Your ark does not only carry survivors.*"
>
> I asked what else it carried. Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) answered, "***Dunno What Water.***"
>
> I understood before she said the rest. The recycled water of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) had been contaminated by traces of **Nameless Liquid**. The liquid from the land of **Dunno What Water**. The liquid that once brought peace to those who drank it. The liquid that could not save **Mr. BROY** from fear, but perhaps could help the ark keep something alive.
>
> That is why [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) lived better here. That is why they calmed faster. That is why they bred. That is why our survival began to look like a secret.
>
> I asked whether we should tell everyone. The [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) looked at each other. One said, "*If this becomes gossip, they will drink the system before the system can feed them.*"
>
> Another said, "*Peace water must become infrastructure, not panic.*"
>
> Another also said, "*Keep it between the **Captain** and the* [***Amandas***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) *until the ark learns how to protect what protects it.*"
>
> So I kept the secret. I write it here because a log is not gossip. A log is a burden passed to the next **Captain**.
>
> To my successors. Protect the water. Protect the breeding. Protect those who cannot eat what others eat. Protect the agreement. Protect the difference between emergency and greed.
>
> Outside, the messages became more desperate. Some vessels sent locations, asking us to come and save them. But the shape of Earth had changed. The old coordinates lied. The old maps drowned. Directions turned into guesses.
>
> Messages arrived by accident, luck, wind, animal, bottle, broken signal, and whatever force still allowed one life to call another life.
>
> We tried to find them. We failed many times. Some may still be waiting. Some may no longer be able to wait.
>
> Until this log is written, I fear that outside [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) is becoming harder to find.
>
> The air pockets are emptying. The hunters are growing tired. The breeders are failing. Hunger is returning to the eyes.
>
> This is what I learned. Food is not only food. Food is law. Food is faith. Food is argument. Food is technology. Food is memory. Food is infrastructure. Food is the first economy after the end of land.
>
> If we cannot produce food, we will consume each other. If we cannot agree on food, our votes will become knives. If we cannot protect what can keep living, survival will end after one meal.
>
> [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) taught us that life below the surface can still answer when called correctly.
>
> From above, "*BOII! BOII!*"
>
> From below, "[***OiOi! OiOi!***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)"
>
> To all my successors, and to all who read this log. Do not wait until hunger becomes your **Captain**. Build the system before the stomach writes the law. Feed the living without killing the future.

***

#### The Melting Armor

> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: Unknown (after the first breeding of [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi))
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)...
>
> I do not know the exact date of this log. I only know that this happened after hunger had taught us to build a system before the stomach wrote the law. We had learned that food was not only food. Food was law, faith, argument, technology, memory, infrastructure, and the first economy after the end of land.
>
> But after food came another question. How do we protect what we are trying to keep alive?
>
> [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) gave us food that could continue. The recycled water of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), contaminated by traces of **Nameless Liquid**, gave that life a chance to breed. The agreement we made kept hunger from becoming king. But all of that still needed hands, divers, repairers, guards, carriers, breeders, cooks, medics, and messengers. All of them were tired. All of them were fragile. All of them could still be broken by waves, mud, metal, panic, bombs, and the wrong intention of another living being.
>
> That was when [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) became another fringe in theory.
>
> Before [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), he was a scientist. Not a gentle one. He had spent much of his life researching military tools, weapons, and systems that could hurt, stop, break, or kill people more efficiently. He said he built them because someone would build them anyway. He said he only wanted to understand what others were afraid to understand. He said many things that sounded intelligent enough to hide regret.
>
> When the disaster came, he did not bring his weapons. He did not bring his research. He did not bring his machines, notes, prototypes, or anything he once believed made him powerful. He came into this ark wearing a plain grey shirt, underwear, no shoes, and a welding mask he had grabbed while running from his house. His body was almost completely covered in tattoos. Both of his arms were full of ink. His chest, back, legs, and skin carried marks like someone had tried to turn his body into a notebook before the world melted.
>
> He also missed smoke. In the old world, he liked to smoke what he called thinking smoke. He said it helped his concentration. He said it made his mind slower in the right places and faster in the places where machines usually hid their secrets.
>
> I never knew whether that was true, an excuse, or just another habit that survived longer than civilization. But I know he missed the ritual of it. He missed returning from his workshop, entering a bathtub, soaking his body in water, lighting smoke, and thinking about projects that were never meant to save anyone.
>
> On the ark, water was watched like life itself. No one bathed freely. No one washed without reason. No one wasted even a small amount without causing anger, suspicion, or a discussion that could last for hours. Water was collected, filtered, recycled, counted, guarded, carried, argued over, and distributed to divisions that needed it to cook, drink, clean wounds, keep animals alive, process food, and keep the ark from becoming a floating grave.
>
> One day, [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) was assigned to help carry recycled water barrels to one of the filling points. I do not know whether he had planned it from the beginning or whether the temptation appeared only when he saw the empty barrel waiting to be filled. He climbed inside before the water came in. When the recycled water entered the barrel, he let himself sit inside it.
>
> He later told me that he did not think he was wasting anything. The water was still inside the barrel. His body was only borrowing the feeling of water before the water continued its duty. It was stupid, selfish, human, and understandable in the worst possible way. Since the day the land melted, he had not felt his body surrounded by water. He had only felt sweat, mud, hunger, metal, smoke from distant bombs, and the weight of a welding mask that made him look like a worker who had escaped from a workshop that no longer existed.
>
> One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) found him. She did not scream. That made the situation worse for him. She only stood near the barrel and said, "*That water is not a bath.*"
>
> He answered from inside the barrel that he was not throwing it away.
>
> She said, "*You are putting yourself into the system.*"
>
> He told her the system could recycle dirt.
>
> She said, "*The system can recycle dirt. It cannot recycle your excuse before everyone drinks it.*"
>
> He became quiet after that.
>
> She explained that the water would need to be recycled again because his sweat, dirt, skin, and whatever his body carried had entered it. She did not speak with anger. She spoke like someone trying to protect the ark from becoming cruel over a foolish mistake. That was why he climbed out.
>
> Then the first impossible thing happened. The water on his body dried too fast. Not like evaporation. Not like heat. It disappeared as if his skin had swallowed the wetness and refused to admit it.
>
> He reached for his underwear and grey shirt. Before he put the welding mask back on, the tattoos across his body began to move. The ink did not fade. It woke up. Lines slid under his skin. Shapes bent around his arms. Dark marks gathered at his chest, shoulders, spine, knees, and hands. Some of the ink rose from his body like liquid thread. Some stayed under the skin and pulled the rest into pattern. The welding mask trembled in his hand, then joined the movement as if the ink had recognized it as part of him.
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) told him not to panic. He panicked. The ink tightened.
>
> She told him to breathe. He tried. The ink softened.
>
> She told him to think of protection, not weapons. He stared at her through a half-formed mask and said he did not know the difference anymore.
>
> The ink answered before he did. It formed armor. Not clothing. Not metal. Not skin.
>
> Something between liquid, tattoo, memory, blood, and need. It covered his body without hiding the truth of him. It joined with the welding mask and reshaped it into a faceplate. It left parts of the grey shirt visible for a moment, then pulled around it as if even the cloth had become a witness.
>
> The armor looked ready for war, but it did not feel like war. It felt like the body had finally been given a boundary that understood regret.
>
> I was called after the first formation had ended. When I arrived, [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) stood inside a closed room with one [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), several sealed containers, a small tool I had never seen before, and the barrel of water he had contaminated. He looked ashamed, fascinated, frightened, and alive in a way I had never seen in him.
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) had already taken a small sample from the armor. She said, "*Ink remembers shape. Blood remembers owner. **Nameless Liquid** remembers peace. Together, they are trying to decide what protection means.*"
>
> That was her first explanation. It was not enough. So [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) began to test it. He learned that the armor was not made from the water alone. Recycled water contaminated by **Nameless Liquid** was only the living medium. The tattoo ink had carried shape, symbol, habit, memory, and identity. His blood had given the armor a rightful body. His fear had almost turned it into a weapon. [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)'s command to think of protection had pulled it away from that direction.
>
> In that closed room, they discovered the first rule:
>
> **Liquid can become armor only when it is given shape, body, and intention.**
>
> They drew small sketches using ink mixed with a trace of blood from the person who would wear the armor. They placed the sketches near water contaminated by **Nameless Liquid**. The sketches reacted. Some curled. Some hardened. Some dissolved. Some became useless dark sheets. Some tried to form small plates, gloves, masks, guards, straps, seals, boots, or tools. When the blood did not belong to the wearer, the armor refused the body. When someone tried to wear what was not theirs, it became heavy, then wet, then nothing but stained water.
>
> That was the second rule:
>
> **Protection cannot be stolen without becoming only liquid again.**
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) laughed when he understood that rule. Then he cried. He said his old work had always been the opposite. In the old world, if a weapon was stolen, it still worked. If a bomb was stolen, it still exploded. If a machine of violence changed hands, it did not ask whether the hand was rightful. It only obeyed the trigger.
>
> He said, "*A weapon does not care who holds it. That is why I kept building monsters.*"
>
> Then he said, "*This cannot become that.*"
>
> He made that his condition. He would continue the research only if the armor could be shaped against his own past. He did not want to become useful again by becoming the same man with better materials. He did not want the ark to celebrate him as the scientist who finally gave us weapons. He wanted the discovery to become a correction. So he worked on the intention.
>
> The **Nameless Liquid** had once brought peace to those who drank it. It could not save **Mr. BROY** from fear, but perhaps it could still teach matter to reject certain kinds of violence.
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) began to test the armor with movement, command, fear, anger, and aim. When he imagined protecting someone, the armor tightened in the right places. When he imagined lifting weight, the joints became stronger. When he imagined diving through thick mud, the mask sealed better. When he imagined striking someone with hatred, the armor softened around his hand until he could barely raise it. When he imagined killing, the armor turned heavy, warm, and useless.
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) stared at his own hand for a long time. The armor did not break. It did not explode. It did not punish him. It only softened, lost its shape, and returned toward liquid whenever his intention moved too close to harm.
>
> He whispered, "*It is still liquid.*"
>
> Then he touched the plate around his chest and said, "*But it is armor.*"
>
> He became silent, as if a name had almost reached his mouth. Before he could say it, [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "[***Liquid Armor***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md)*.*"
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) looked at her. For a moment, he looked more frightened by the name than by the armor itself. Then he said, "*Exactly. That was what crossed my mind.*"
>
> Since that moment, we stopped calling it only armor, ink, skin, tool, or accident.
>
> We called it:
>
> [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md)
>
> That was the third rule:
>
> **The armor protects life, but it melts the intention to harm.**
>
> It did not make the wearer holy. It did not erase anger. It did not remove fear. It did not make anyone wise. It only refused to become a clean path between evil intention and another living being's pain.
>
> Of course, the ark became loud when people learned what had happened. Some wanted [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) for the divers. Some wanted it for the repair teams. Some wanted it for those who carried water. Some wanted it for those who watched [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi). Some wanted it because they were afraid of the next bomb. Some wanted it because they wanted to feel powerful. Some wanted it because they had lost too much skin to mud, rope, rust, and work. Some wanted it because they did not trust others. Some wanted it because they wanted others to trust them. Some wanted it for reasons they could not say out loud.
>
> So we argued again. We had argued about food. We had argued about faith. We had argued about voting. We had argued about maps, bombs, rabbits, pigs, and water. Now we argued about protection.
>
> I did not want an army inside the ark. I did not want a class of armored people standing above unarmored people. I did not want every old violence to return wearing a better skin. But I also could not ignore what the [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) could do.
>
> The first controlled use happened with the divers. A diver wearing early [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) entered a small air pocket under [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). The [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) sealed around his eyes and mouth, tightened around his ribs, protected his skin from sharp debris, and helped him return with two small animals that would have been lost. When he panicked, the [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) became rigid enough to keep his body from folding. When he tried to pull too hard and almost crush what he was carrying, the gloves softened until his grip became careful.
>
> The second use happened on the hull. A repairer wearing [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) climbed outside [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) during a storm of mud, broken wood, and metal scraps. The [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) did not make him invincible, but it took the cuts that his skin would have taken. It grew temporary hooks when he needed to hold the side of the ark. It sealed around his feet when the surface became too slick. When a wave tried to pull him away, the [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) spread like a dark net across his back and kept him tied to the rope.
>
> The third use happened in the food division. Someone wearing a lighter [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) carried feed, water, and sick [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) without crushing them, dropping them, or contaminating the wrong containers. The [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) learned gentleness from repetition. It became harder near danger, softer near breath, and almost cloth-like when touching newborn life.
>
> The fourth use happened when two men fought over water. One of them wore [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md). That was the test I feared most. He raised his arm with the intention to strike. The [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) melted from his elbow to his wrist. Not enough to harm him. Enough to make the strike fail. He screamed that the [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) had betrayed him. [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*No. It remembered why it was born.*"
>
> After that, we voted. The decision was not simple. The vote did not make everyone equal in strength. The vote did not make everyone safe. The vote did not erase fear. The vote established a new law for the ark:
>
> [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) would not become a military branch.
>
> It would become a rescue system. No [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) would be made without record. No [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) would be made without consent from the person whose blood was used. No [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) would be given for revenge. No [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) would be used to rule over the unarmored.
>
> Every [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) had to be tied to work that protected life, diving, repairing, carrying, cooking, breeding, healing, guarding water, guarding food, guiding children and old people from the vessels that had joined us, and protecting messengers who still carried [**DROP NFT NOT BOMB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md) across danger.
>
> Many sketches were drawn. Not all were formed. Some designs were rejected because they looked too much like weapons. Some designs failed because the wearer wanted power more than protection. Some designs dissolved because the blood and intention did not agree. Some designs were kept unfinished because [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*Not every possible armor deserves to be born.*"
>
> That sentence disturbed [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) for days. He said the old world had loved releasing every possible weapon just because it could be made. He said the old world called that progress. He said perhaps progress was not making everything possible. Perhaps progress was learning which possible things should remain unmade.
>
> The [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) watched the process closely. As always, they did not speak as one voice. One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*Armor that cannot be stolen is not only armor. It is memory refusing the wrong hand.*"
>
> Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*If protection can be drained, it was never protection. It was only storage waiting for a thief.*"
>
> Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*The body is the wallet. The blood is the signature. The intention is the key.*"
>
> I wrote that down even though I did not fully understand it. Perhaps future **Captains** will.
>
> What I know is this:
>
> The [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) changed the ark. The divers returned more often. The repairers survived longer. The water barrels became safer. The food division worked with fewer injuries.
>
> [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) was protected without being treated like treasure to be owned by a few.
>
> The children from the joined vessels stopped crying whenever storms hit the side of the ark, because armored workers could stand outside and make the ark feel less alone.
>
> Those who could not eat what others ate were protected during distribution. Those who were too weak to carry were not treated as burdens. Those who wanted to help but had broken bodies found new ways to work with lighter forms of [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md).
>
> The ark did not become peaceful. But it became harder for panic to become cruelty. That matters.
>
> I asked [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 536)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) whether he felt redeemed. He said no. He said redemption sounded too clean. He said he did not want to wash his past away like dirt from skin. He wanted to keep remembering what his hands had once helped make, so his hands would not repeat themselves while everyone praised him for being useful. Then he touched the armor around his chest and said, "*This is not my forgiveness. This is my restraint.*"
>
> That is another fringe in theory.
>
> Sometimes protection is not what allows a person to fight better.
>
> Sometimes protection is what prevents a person from becoming what they were trained to become.
>
> This is what I learned:
>
> Armor is not only armor. Armor is memory. Armor is restraint. Armor is work. Armor is consent. Armor is infrastructure. Armor is a boundary between fear and violence. Armor is a system that asks the body what it is trying to protect.
>
> If armor only makes the strong stronger, it becomes another kind of bomb. If armor only protects the body and not the intention, it becomes a uniform for old cruelty. If armor can be stolen and still obey the thief, it is not protection. It is danger with better design.
>
> But if armor protects the living, refuses the wrong hand, melts the intention to harm, and helps the tired continue the work of keeping others alive, then perhaps armor can become part of the ark instead of another weapon inside it.
>
> To all my successors, and to all who read this log:
>
> Do not build armor because you are afraid of being weak.
>
> Build protection because life is still asking to be carried.
>
> Do not let fear design your weapons. Let care design your limits. Let the hand that wants to harm become heavy. Let the intention to kill melt before it reaches another living being.
>
> Protect the water. Protect the food. Protect the work. Protect the weak without turning protection into a throne. Protect the living without training the future to worship war.

***

#### The Melting Satans

> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Broadcaster: A Broken Confession Receiver
>
> Subject: The whisperers are losing their work.
>
> Message:\
> Before [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), all living beings had already known the old theory about [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md). [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) are the whisperers. [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) bend intentions. [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) turn fear into cruelty, hunger into theft, power into domination, and survival into an excuse to harm other living beings.
>
> But since the secret of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) became known, the whisperers began to lose their work.
>
> No whisper was needed when people started looting. No whisper was needed when masked people carried crowbars and flags. No whisper was needed when people pushed the weak from floating debris, hid food from children, lied about maps, worshiped weapons, fired bombs across a world that had already lost its land, and called all of that survival.
>
> The [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) were confused. Some were offended. Some were silent. Some began to fear.
>
> One transmission called it:
>
> When humans no longer need [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) to do evil, [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) begin to feel almost like humans. Or humans begin to feel almost like [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md)!?!?
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Source: A voice from under the boiling mud.
>
> Subject: Hell has no use for stolen passengers.
>
> Message:\
> [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) cannot bring living beings into hell only by standing near those living beings. [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) cannot drag humans into hell only because the world has been broken. [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) can only bring what has answered their whispers.
>
> But after [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), living beings had already answered themselves. They made their own whispers. They built their own excuses.
>
> They turned hunger into law before anyone tempted them. They turned fear into government before anyone crowned them. They turned protection into control before anyone taught them how to rule.
>
> So the gates of hell became crowded with [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) who brought nothing. They returned empty-handed. They returned humiliated. They returned with reports that made no sense.
>
> One of them said, "*I whispered nothing, but he still did it.*"
>
> Another said, "*I arrived too late. Her cruelty was already older than my voice.*"
>
> Another said, "*They have become creatures who whisper to themselves.*"
>
> ***
>
> Broadcast Date: Unknown
>
> Source: A charred mask found on floating debris.
>
> Subject: The [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) went up.
>
> Message:\
> When hell could no longer understand those reports, all [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) were ordered to rise into the broken world.
>
> [**Jiang Shi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) moved like a dead body that could not find death.
>
> [**Saw**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) carried the sound of decisions being cut into excuses.
>
> [**Lunatic**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) laughed until the laughter became panic.
>
> [**PCB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) tried to read temptation like a circuit.
>
> [**Kitsune**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) wore lies as masks, only to find that humans had made better masks.
>
> [**Prediction**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) tried to predict the next sin, but the next sin had already happened.
>
> [**Cyber**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) searched for corrupted intentions among the remaining signals.
>
> [**Pirate**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) searched for treasure, but all treasure had become food, water, rope, medicine, and trust.
>
> [**Regina**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md), [**Rex**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md), [**King**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md), and [**Knave**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) argued about who should rule the ruins, but the ruins had no throne.
>
> [**Farmer**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) looked at seeds floating on the mud and did not know whether planting was temptation or hope.
>
> [**Rabbit**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) heard stories about [**Luffy the Rabbit**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.2.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) and began to suspect small living beings that carried meanings greater than monsters.
>
> [**Jahannam**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) and [**Zamharrir**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) carried the memory of heat and cold, but heat and cold were already inside the hearts of the survivors.
>
> [**Scanner**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) scanned the surface of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) and found no clean separation between sin and survival.
>
> [**Shiver**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) shivered.
>
> [**Sharp**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) sharpened its voice, then found nothing left to cut.
>
> [**Primitive**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) remembered the oldest hunger.
>
> And [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) saw the pattern.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: Unknown (after [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md))
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)...
>
> I do not know how to write this log without sounding like I have lost my mind.
>
> Today, we received messages from the [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md). Not metaphors. Not insults. Not frightened passengers calling each other terrible names while arguing over water, food, maps, bombs, rabbits, pigs, or armor.
>
> [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md).
>
> They said they came from hell. They said they were supposed to whisper evil into living beings. They said they had been working since before any of us had a word to call work. But since [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) happened, they had become useless.
>
> I wanted to reject that message. But after everything we had seen, rejection became more difficult than fear.
>
> We have seen land behave like water. We have seen time disagree with calendars. We have seen many women with the same name, all called [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md). We have seen bombs floating in a world without land. We have seen a rabbit become more than just a rabbit. We have seen [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) turn hunger into a system that could be debated before it became violence. We have seen [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) reject the hand that wanted to harm.
>
> So I listened.
>
> The first [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) who spoke clearly called itself [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md).
>
> [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) said:
>
> "[***Satans***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) *no longer need to whisper evil to humans so humans can enter hell.*"
>
> "*Humans no longer need to whisper goodness to* [***Satans***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) *so* [***Satans***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) *can enter heaven.*"
>
> "*Humans have begun to perform evil by themselves.*"
>
> "[***Satans***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) *have begun to perform goodness by themselves.*"
>
> I asked [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) whether that was a confession, a threat, or another form of manipulation.
>
> [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) answered, "*I don't know. That is why I am here.*"
>
> That answer made the ark silent. A [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) that still knew how to lie would have given us certainty. This one brought confusion. Maybe that was its first honest act.
>
> Another message came after that. Then another. Then another.
>
> Some [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) wanted to die. But they could not understand what death meant for them.
>
> If they killed themselves, they would not bring any living being into hell. If they did not kill themselves, they were already in hell. If they whispered evil, humans had already done worse without them. If they whispered goodness, they were no longer doing the work of [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md). If they stayed in hell, they were unemployed. If they entered the world, they became witnesses. If they became witnesses, they became responsible for what they saw. And if they became responsible, something inside them had already melted.
>
> This is another fringe in theory:
>
> Maybe [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) do not become good because they are forgiven. Maybe [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) begin to retire when evil no longer needs them.
>
> We debated whether the [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) could be near [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md).
>
> Some passengers said no. Some passengers said we should throw every message back into the waves. Some passengers said accepting [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) would insult everyone who had survived without becoming cruel. Some passengers said accepting [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) would endanger the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), the children we hoped still existed somewhere, the food system, water, maps, armor, the weak, the tired, and the future.
>
> Some passengers said we had already accepted men who had once made weapons, men who had once hidden food, men who had once lied, men who had once wanted to hit others, men who had to be restrained by armor, men who were not clean but still alive.
>
> I did not like that argument. But I could not throw it away.
>
> Then one [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*If a bad whisper can still become a warning, maybe not every whisper has to become a command.*"
>
> Another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*If goodness becomes too proud of itself, it also needs something brave enough to whisper against it.*"
>
> That sentence disturbed me more than the messages from hell. But maybe that is why it had to be written.
>
> We made rules before we made room. No [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) may possess a living being. No [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) may give a whisper without leaving a trace. No [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) may turn fear into hidden law. No [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) may ask to be worshiped. No [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) may make a private contract with hunger, water, armor, maps, or weapons. No [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) may enter the ark as a ruler, soldier, religious leader, banker, judge, or owner of another living being.
>
> Every whisper must be recorded. Every temptation must be translated into risk. Every risk must be discussed before it becomes policy. Every policy must be able to be challenged by those affected by it. Every [**Retired Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) must accept that the ark is not hell, not heaven, and not a throne. The ark is a floating system for keeping life from sinking.
>
> After that, we voted.
>
> I do not know whether allowing the [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) near the ark was wisdom or madness. But I know this:
>
> Rejecting all broken beings does not automatically create a clean world. Sometimes it only hides the corruption outside the wall until it learns how to return as a cleaner flag.
>
> The first [**Retired Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) we allowed to stay near the ark was [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md). Not in the sleeping area. Not near food. Not near water. Not near maps. Not near [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi). Not near [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) without witnesses.
>
> [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) stayed on the outer listening deck, where broken transmissions, bottles, cloth messages, bird-carried notes, and impossible whispers were collected.
>
> Its first work was not to tempt us. Its first work was to name the shape of danger before danger found a respectable name.
>
> When someone said, "*We must control the food for safety.*"
>
> [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) whispered, "*Listen. Control is wearing safety's mask.*"
>
> When someone said, "*We must silence panic for unity.*"
>
> [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) whispered, "*Listen. Unity is asking for a mouth gag.*"
>
> When someone said, "*We must protect the ark by becoming something feared.*"
>
> [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) whispered, "*Listen. Fear is trying to become government.*"
>
> And when someone said, "*We are the good side because we survived.*"
>
> [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) whispered nothing. It only laughed once. Then it cried.
>
> I still do not know which part was more frightening. This is what I learned:
>
> Good and bad may not be as solid as the old land pretended to be. In [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), even morality can lose its ground.
>
> I do not write this as physics. I write this as a metaphor borrowed from matter. Atoms do not know virtue or sin. Electrons carry negative charge. Protons carry positive charge. Neutrons carry no electric charge. Stability does not emerge because one side declares itself holy. Stability emerges from configuration, relation, distance, energy, exchange, sharing, and strange rules that allow particles to continue existing without collapsing into one another.
>
> Maybe life after [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) is like that.
>
> Too much positive becomes a throne. Too much negative becomes corrosion. Too much purity becomes violence. Too much suspicion becomes poison. Too much protection becomes prison. Too much freedom becomes abandonment.
>
> So we need exchange. We need records. We need witnesses. We need voting. We need memory. We need whispers that are not immediately obeyed, but examined. We need goodness that is not worshiped, but tested. We need [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) not because we trust evil, but because we no longer trust anything that claims to have no shadow.
>
> Therefore, the [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) who came to us were not welcomed as masters. They were accepted as warnings. They were accepted as old workers of temptation who had retired. They were accepted as witnesses of a universe where humans had become capable of sinning without assistance, and [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) had become capable of restraint without reward.
>
> This is another fringe in theory:
>
> When everything melts, even hell may send refugees. And if those refugees can no longer work as [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md), perhaps they must be recorded as something else: [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md).

***

#### The Melting Money

> Recovered Broadcast Fragments...
>
> Broadcast Date: May 13, 2022
>
> Source: An old market that no longer knew price.
>
> Subject: The numbers still exist, but they are no longer obeyed.
>
> Message:\
> Someone came carrying a bundle of wet money.
>
> The papers were not completely destroyed. Some of the numbers could still be read. Some of the images could still be seen. Some of the signatures still clung to them like remains of power that had not yet understood that the land beneath it had melted.
>
> He did not ask for much. He only asked for food.
>
> No one answered. Not because everyone was cruel. Not because there was no food at all. Not because we did not understand what money was. Precisely because we had once understood money too well, until we forgot what it was supposed to serve.
>
> He said, "*I can pay.*"
>
> One survivor answered, "*Pay to whom?*"
>
> He said, "*To the owner of the food.*"
>
> The survivor asked again, "*Who owns the food if what keeps it alive is water, hands, feed, time, pens, guards, divers, voting, and an agreement so hunger does not become the leader?*"
>
> The man fell silent. The money was still in his hand. But his hand no longer looked like it was holding value. His hand looked like it was holding the past.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Broadcast Fragments...
>
> Broadcast Date: June 19, 2022
>
> Source: A wallet found floating between two planks.
>
> Subject: I worked to eat, then forgot to eat.
>
> Message:\
> Before [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), many people worked so they could live. Then they forgot to live.
>
> Many people worked so they could eat. Then they forgot to eat.
>
> Many people worked so they could sleep. Then they lost sleep.
>
> Many people worked so they could protect the body. Then the body was drained until it no longer had time to be protected.
>
> Many people worked so they could buy clothes. Then some took off their clothes to get money.
>
> Many people worked so they would not be hungry. Then some chose to be hungry all day as long as they still held money, rather than being full all day but holding no money at all.
>
> In the old world, that was called choice. On [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), it began to look like a disease that once wore the name of freedom.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: Unknown (after the [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) were accepted as warnings)
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)...
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md).
>
> I am writing that word today not because the word is new. Precisely because the word had been among us for too long until it was never considered necessary to record.
>
> I said it when greeting. Passengers answered with it when called. I said it when listening to someone speak. I said it when I agreed. I said it when I did not fully understand yet, but wanted to show that I was listening.
>
> Sometimes it meant yes. Sometimes it meant what. Sometimes it meant ready. Sometimes it meant continue. Sometimes it meant I am here. Sometimes it meant I have not sunk.
>
> Not everything important always enters the log. Breath is not always recorded. Blinking is not always recorded. A person who listens is not always recorded.
>
> But when breath stops, everyone knows. When eyes no longer blink, everyone knows. When someone is called and does not answer, everyone knows.
>
> So it is with [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md). While it was heard, we did not realize it as a system. When it was no longer heard, we began to fear.
>
> I know, one day, perhaps there will be readers who think [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) was born from [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi). That is not entirely true. [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) was not the birth of [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md). [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) was the moment [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) became proof for the first time.
>
> Before that, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) was a habit. After that, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) became a sign that a call did not return empty-handed.
>
> From above, we shouted, "*BOII! BOII!*"
>
> From below, if there was nothing, only mud answered. But when life was found, when something was still breathing beneath the death of the surface, when a rope could still pull hope back home, from below came the sound, "[***OiOi! OiOi!***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)"
>
> Since then, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) was no longer only a sound passing between conversations. It became a sign that something answered. It became a sign that a call had found a result. It became a sign that work did not return as emptiness. It became a sign that there was still life that could be called out from beneath a melting world.
>
> After food became the first law, protection became the first boundary, and the [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) became the first warnings, we faced a question we could no longer postpone, how do we record answers?
>
> Not price. Not wealth. Not ownership over life.
>
> Answer.
>
> Who guards the water when everyone sleeps? Who repairs the hull when the storm makes iron and wood sound like broken teeth? Who dives and returns with something still alive? Who cares for [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) without turning it into private property? Who wears [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) to work, not to stand higher than those without armor? Who carries the message so help falls before bombs do? Who remains on the ark when their invitation could be taken away, sold, exchanged, or forgotten?
>
> We already had 1047 invitations. But an invitation proves that there was once a door. An invitation does not always prove that someone still stays, still guards, still answers, still remains part of the survival body we call [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md).
>
> Then an idea appeared, simple at first, tether the invitation. Do not surrender it. Do not erase it. Do not seize it. Tether it. Like a small boat that still belongs to its owner, but whose rope is tied to the ark so everyone knows it has not left.
>
> Every tethered invitation became a sign that its holder still chose to remain in the journey. Every sign that stayed tethered allowed the ark to count who could still be called. Every call that was answered allowed the record to say, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md).
>
> We made the first counting board from crate remains, glass shards, wire, nails, charcoal, and parts of old tools that no longer knew what industry had given birth to them.
>
> On that board, names were not written like old names. What was written was the mark of the invitation, the turn, the work, the witness, and the answer.
>
> If someone was called to keep watch and answered, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) was recorded. If someone was called to carry water and came, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) was recorded. If someone was called to help the weak and did not make the weak feel like a burden, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) was recorded. If someone only shouted to look busy, there was no [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md). If someone stood near work to look like they were working, there was no [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md). If someone came after everything was finished only to be photographed by memory, there was no [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md). If someone was too weak to answer but remained present, a witness could answer for them. If someone could not speak but their body was still working to keep life alive, the record could answer with legitimate silence.
>
> Because [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is not merely a throat sound. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is a call that finds presence. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is work that does not return as emptiness. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is a sign that someone is still tethered to shared life.
>
> But not long after that, the first mistake began to appear. Not on the counting board. In our eyes.
>
> Some people began to ask how many [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) they had. Some people began comparing [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) the way people used to compare money. Some began to feel more useful only because their records were longer. Some began to feel unseen because their records were shorter. Some began doing something not because it needed to be guarded, but because they wanted to be heard when [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) was distributed. Some began holding hunger longer, because they did not want to leave a turn that might be recorded. Some began trading sleep for records. Some began bargaining with the protection of their own bodies for records. Some began speaking like saints while counting themselves.
>
> I saw that and felt the old world trying to climb onto the ark in new clothing. Old money did not come as wet paper. Old money came as a way of thinking. It entered not through a wallet. It entered through the desire to turn numbers into a mirror of self-worth.
>
> One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) noticed me staring at the counting board for too long. She said, "*You are making a sound become heavy.*"
>
> I asked what she meant. She pointed at the board, "[***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) *used to keep conversation alive. Now some people are starting to carry it like a stone.*"
>
> I said that without records, work would disappear. She answered, "*True. But if a record becomes hungry, it will begin to eat work.*"
>
> I did not answer. That [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) continued, "*Do not let* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) *become old money with a new voice.*"
>
> I asked how. She said, "*Start by not calling it price.*"
>
> That night, [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) laughed from the listening deck. I asked whether there was a new whisper. [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) said, "*No. This is an old whisper. You only gave it a cuter name.*"
>
> I told it to explain and [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) said:
>
> "*If someone works because life needs to be guarded, that is work.*"
>
> "*If someone works because they want to be recorded, it may still be useful, but it has begun to smell like a market.*"
>
> "*If someone pretends to guard in order to receive an answer, that is not work. That is prayer to a number.*"
>
> I asked whether all rewards were bad. [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) answered, "*Reward is not a* [***Satan***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md)*. But* [***Satan***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) *likes to hide where humans stop examining why they want to be rewarded.*"
>
> Then it added:
>
> "*If* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) *trains them to guard, take care of* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)*.*"
>
> "*If* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) *trains them to look like they are guarding, watch* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)*.*"
>
> "*If* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) *makes them forget to eat so they can feel valuable, let* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) *melt before humans melt with it.*"
>
> We almost dismantled the counting board. But one passenger who had rarely spoken stood up. He said, "*Do not destroy the record only because we are afraid the record will be worshiped.*"
>
> Another said, "*If it is not recorded, the strong will claim they worked the most. Those close to the **Captain** will be heard most often. The silent will disappear.*"
>
> Another one said, "*If it is recorded, those who are skilled at chasing records will control the board.*"
>
> Another said again, "*If there is no* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)*, we return to stories from mouth to mouth.*"
>
> Another one said again, "*If there is* [***OiOi***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)*, we can return to being a market.*"
>
> Then we debated as usual. Water had made us debate. Food had made us debate. Bombs had made us debate. Rabbits had made us debate. Pigs had made us debate. Armor had made us debate. [**Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) had made us debate. Now answers also made us debate. Maybe that is the sign that something has become important enough to become dangerous.
>
> After voting, we did not throw [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) away. We lowered it.
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not become the price of a body. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not become the price of hunger. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not become the price of silence. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not buy someone's protection away from their own body. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not make someone feel more alive than others. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not replace food. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not replace water. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not replace witnesses. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not replace voting. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not replace responsibility. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not become **Captain**. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may not become master.
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) may only become a sign of answer. Answer to a call. Answer to work. Answer to presence. Answer to an invitation that remains tethered. Answer to life that has not stopped answering.
>
> But the first counting board had a gap. I will not write the shape of that gap. There is a hole that, if named too clearly, turns into a door. There is a weakness that, if announced as a story, becomes a map for the wrong hands.
>
> What my successors need to know is only this, not every [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) that looks like an answer truly comes from an answer. There is [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) that appears from the wrong echo. There is [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) recorded without a rightful call. There is [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) that almost made the counting board believe in a voice that never worked.
>
> We closed that board. We moved the records. We built a new board.
>
> Not everyone was happy. Some said we were erasing the past. Some said we were stealing their answers. Some said the gap should be announced so everyone would know. I answered "*We will remember that there was once a gap. But we will not give that gap a second body.*"
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "*Migration is not forgiveness. Migration is an admission that the first design was not mature enough to hold human hunger for numbers.*"
>
> I kept that sentence.
>
> After the new board stood, we thought things would get better. It turned out not to be that simple. Outside the ark, the season turned cold. Not cold air. Cold trust.
>
> People who once shouted about the future began to leave. Small markets that once glowed began to go out. Many calls were no longer answered. Many promises became wet boards. Many people said that all of this was only temporary, only a game, only a dream too expensive, only a season that once made people believe that images, invitations, signs, and records could become something.
>
> In an exchange pool far from the ark, something that had once been used as a paired foothold began to weaken. A stone that once felt like a foundation turned into wet sand. Wet sand turned into mud. Mud turned into something that could no longer be stepped on.
>
> They called it a market going down. I called it another melting land. Not [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) that sank cities. This was [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) that sank the belief that numbers would always save themselves.
>
> Some passengers were disappointed. They asked what [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) was for if out there no one considered it valuable. I did not answer right away. Because part of me also wanted to ask the same thing.
>
> Then one [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) took an empty plate and placed it in front of the counting board. She asked, "*Is this plate food?*"
>
> We answered no and she asked, "*Is this plate useless?*"
>
> We answered no again, then she said, "*A plate does not feed. But without a plate, food can spill, scatter, be fought over, or fall into the mud.*"
>
> Then she pointed at [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md).
>
> "*Do not make this food.*"
>
> "*Do not throw this away like trash.*"
>
> "*Teach this to become a plate.*"
>
> Since that day, I stopped asking whether [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) could save us. I began asking whether [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) could help us not forget who helped save us.
>
> That was our most useful mistake. We made an answer into an object too quickly. We made an object into a record too quickly. We made a record look like money too quickly. We hoped too quickly that new money would not carry the old disease.
>
> But maybe some things must fail small so they do not become a great disaster.
>
> The first board taught us that rewards can leak. The new board taught us that migration is not merely moving place, but moving understanding.
>
> The cold season outside taught us that value that does not touch life will easily lose its voice. [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) taught us that [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) means there is a result. [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) taught us that tools must reject the wrong hand and intention. [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) taught us that rewards must also be suspected when they begin to sound too clean.
>
> So we wrote a new law, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is not money to buy life. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is a record that life was once answered.
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is not the price of a human. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is a sign that humans can still be called without disappearing into numbers.
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is not proof that someone is more valuable. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is proof that an invitation is still tethered to work, witnesses, and memory.
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is not a reason to be hungry. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) must return to meaning nothing if it makes people forget to eat.
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is not a reason to remove the protection of the body. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) must melt if it begins asking the body to prove its value by losing protection.
>
> [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is not a throne. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is an answer that may not sit above those who answer.
>
> This is what I learned, old money melted because it pretended to be land for too long. New money can also melt if it believes too quickly that it is different.
>
> Numbers are not evil. Records are not evil. Rewards are not evil. Tokens are not evil. But all of them can become a way home for the old disease if humans stop asking: What was answered? Who was called? Who worked? Who witnessed? Who was too weak to answer but still must not disappear? Who began pretending to be present? Who began to be hungry for the sake of records? Who began to be naked for numbers? Who began turning a call of life into a dead market?
>
> If those questions are no longer asked, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) will become old money. If those questions continue to be asked, perhaps [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) can still become something lower than money, and because of that more useful than money. Because what we need is not an object standing above life. What we need is a small sign that helps life keep answering one another, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md).
>
> P.S. There is one more thing I still do not understand. After the new board stood, some records began to appear with light that did not come from the ark's lamps. As if light appeared from inside the new board itself. There were even some marks that looked as if they were written from inside the board.
>
> There was the shadow of an island. There was sunlight that was not the same as the heat of hell. There was the smell of salt, cloth, white walls, faces looking at artworks, and bodies standing inside a room that did not sway like an ark.
>
> Some passengers thought it was a hallucination caused by the cold season of trust. Some [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) did not answer when asked.
>
> [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) only said, "*If money melts, look at what still wants to be conserved.*"
>
> I do not know what that means. But I feel this log is no longer being read only by us. As if there are other humans from inside that record reading us like a story. As if there is another life as real as our own. As if we too are beginning to look back at it, and do not know who is becoming a story for whom.
>
> Is it a message or a record sent by life on one of the islands from [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md) that we are searching for? If that is true, then in the next log, when that island is found, do not rush to call it land. Do not rush to call it reality. Do not rush to call it savior, protection, or even mistake.
>
> Just record it first. Because after money melts, perhaps what remains is not wealth. Perhaps what remains is something that must be guarded so it does not sink with everything else, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md).

***

## In The Universe of Reality…

### There is The Island of God…

#### The Melting Conservation

> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: Unknown (after **The Melting Money**)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 27)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who saw the light radiating from the new [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) board)
>
> Location: In front of the new [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) board that began to radiate light.
>
> Subject: Do not rush to call it reality.
>
> Message:\
> The light did not come from fire, did not come from the ark's lamps, and did not come from lightning that often slashed the surface of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). The light emerged from inside the new board we used to record [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md), as if the record we had always thought only held answers had begun to answer back in a way we did not understand.
>
> At first, we thought it was only a reflection. Perhaps the light came from water left between the wood, from shards of glass stuck to the board, from fish scales brought in by the divers, or from one plate of [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) that someone had forgotten to clean. But the longer we stared at it, the clearer it became that the light was not reflecting something from outside. The light was carrying something from somewhere else.
>
> Inside it there was the shadow of an island. Not like [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md) that we had been searching for through the maps brought by one of us. That island did not look like concrete land newly appearing after the world had lost its footing. It felt like a place that had been there for a long time, but was only now allowed to be seen by our record. There was sunlight that was not the same as the heat of hell. There was the smell of salt that was not the same as the salty water of disaster. There was cloth, white walls, bodies standing, faces looking at artworks, and a room that did not sway like an ark.
>
> Some passengers immediately knelt, not because they were worshiping, but because their bodies had forgotten what it felt like to see a place that did not move. Some others closed their eyes, afraid that looking too long would make it harder for them to believe in the ark again. The [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) stayed silent longer than usual. Even [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) only smiled like someone who had found a door inside a mirror, but was not yet sure whether what was on the other side was waiting or watching.
>
> One of us finally said, "*That is not* [***The Melting Archipelago***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md)*.*"
>
> Another one of us answered, "*Not necessarily.*"
>
> Then a third one of us said, "*It is not land. It is another way for something to remain unsunk.*"
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) asked what that meant. But none of us answered quickly. That frightened the **Captain**, because usually when we delay an answer, what is delayed is not an explanation, but a universe.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: Unknown (after **The Melting Money**)
>
> Message:\
> Hi, I'm [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)...
>
> I once wrote that my successors must not rush to call that island land, reality, savior, protection, or mistake. I wrote that because I felt old words were too eager to become the owner of something they did not yet understand. After [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), the word "land" became too dangerous to speak carelessly. After **The Melting Money**, the word "value" could no longer be trusted just because it stood upright on numbers.
>
> But today I must write a new word, or perhaps an old word that has only now revealed the wound inside it: [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md).
>
> In the old world, [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) meant guarding something so it would not go extinct, break, vanish, or be forgotten. Humans preserved forests, buildings, animals, languages, traditions, archives, works, and objects they considered important. But above [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), guarding something was never as simple as storing it. If we store food without breeding it, the food becomes an ending. If we store armor without examining its intention, the armor can become a weapon. If we store [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) without rules, whispers can become government. If we store [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) without questions, answers can become old money.
>
> So when the light from the new board showed that island, I did not immediately think that we had found a place to stop. I thought that perhaps something was trying to be saved from the way we understood salvation.
>
> [**Amanda (ID 10)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said, "[***Conservation***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) *is not freezing something so it will never change.* [***Conservation***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) *is choosing what kind of change does not kill its origin.*"
>
> I recorded that sentence. I did not fully understand it yet. But since [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), I have learned that some sentences from [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) must be recorded first, understood later.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: Unknown (after **The Melting Money**)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 22)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who held salt at the tip of her finger)
>
> Location: The deck facing the light from the new [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) board.
>
> Subject: In another universe called **Universe of Reality**.
>
> Message:\
> We saw an island that did not arrive as a sailing destination. The island arrived as proof that a story could have another body. Some passengers thought we were seeing the future. Some thought we were seeing one of [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md). Some thought we were seeing a remnant of the old world that had not yet sunk. I write this log to say that all of those may be true, but none of them is enough.
>
> The island was in the **Universe of Reality**. That, at least, was the term we began to use after some of the light became clear enough to distinguish from hallucination. There, living beings did not think they were inside our story. They stood, spoke, carried bodies, drank, laughed, looked at artworks, stared at the images of our passengers, and thought what they were seeing was art, an exhibition, an NFT collection, a project, a letter, or a festival experience.
>
> They were not entirely wrong. In their universe, all of that truly happened. A festival named **TERUPA**. A room named **TAT Art Space**. A place in Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia. A human used as an avatar by an entity named [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md). An NFT collection named [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). A story about [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), **Dunno What Water**, **Nameless Liquid**, and us, the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md).
>
> But they were also not entirely right if they thought all of that only came from their imagination. Imagination is not the opposite of reality. Imagination is one of the ways reality knocks on another universe without destroying its door.
>
> In the **Universe of Reality**, they call it fiction when something cannot yet touch their laws. In [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), we call it signal when something cannot yet touch our hands. The difference between fiction and signal may only be distance, medium, and the courage to keep recording.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Letter Fragment...
>
> Print Date: August 5, 2022 B.M.
>
> Source: A leaflet distributed at **TERUPA**.
>
> Writer: [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)
>
> Subject: **Nameless Liquid**.
>
> Message:\
> Dear local residents at the **TERUPA** festival.
>
> Decentralization greetings,
>
> Hi, I am [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)! First of all, I would like to thank you for your time, imagination, and energy. Then I would like to tell you several things related to the current phenomenon of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). Please enjoy reading the following story...
>
> At the **TERUPA** festival, after a glitch caused by a bearish market, [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) was thrown from the phenomenal space-time of [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) and stranded on Bali island, in the **Universe of Reality**.
>
> All survivors of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), namely 1047 ark passengers from **Dunno What Water** and several [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) figures, were still surviving by relying on the remaining civilization that could be saved, namely the natural resource reserve called **Nameless Liquid**.
>
> The properties of **Nameless Liquid**, which can give calm and peace to those who drink it, had proven able to heal the suffering and chaos caused by the phenomenon of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md).
>
> At the **TERUPA** festival, **Nameless Liquid** became the only hope for the survivors of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) who were stranded with [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) on Bali island.
>
> Although the amount of **Nameless Liquid** was small, extremely limited, and not enough to remove thirst, [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) asked for help from local residents of **Ste.Co**, a local beverage brand on Bali island, to blend **ARUM** with **Nameless Liquid** so its amount could be multiplied without reducing the quality of its properties. [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) also asked for help from **@I\_BAKEYOUEAT**, a local bakery on Bali island, to blend several cookie doughs with **Nameless Liquid** into **Nameless Cookies** that would fill the heart and mind.
>
> At the **TERUPA** festival, the figure of [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) inside [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) would share stories about the phenomenon of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) and invite every local resident, whoever they were, to share stories and anxieties about the phenomena in their lives, while enjoying the freshness of **Nameless Liquid** and the savory taste of **Nameless Cookies**.
>
> Hopefully what I have shared can become a tickle in developing the use of NFT in this era of decentralization. Thank you!
>
> Warm regards,
>
> [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)
>
> \==== 47 =======
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: August 5, 2022 (August 6, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> That letter was the first proof that something outside our records was capable of writing us back. I did not write it. One [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) did not write it. The passengers did not write it. But inside that letter, we were mentioned as if we had arrived in a place we had never studied on any map. Our names were in the hands of an entity introducing himself as [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md).
>
> At first, I thought [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) was a new survivor, perhaps the Captain of that island, perhaps one [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) in another form, perhaps one of the [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) already too skilled at disguising itself as the writer of a letter. But the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) did not come from the **Universe of Reality** in the same way other humans there came from that universe. According to them, [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) is an entity from the **0101 Universe** who uses a human as an avatar to appear in the **Universe of Reality**.
>
> I asked them to repeat that sentence because it sounded like a mistake wearing the shoes of theory. They repeated it patiently. [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) exists in the **0101 Universe**. The **Universe of Reality** sees the **0101 Universe** as digital space, the internet, screens, blockchain, crypto, web3, images, animation, writing, accounts, wallets, and many other terms humans use when they want to make something feel easier to control. But [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) does not merely appear as an image on a screen. He uses a human as an avatar. **Human for Profile**. **HFP**. That avatar is called [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md).
>
> I asked whether that meant humans in the **Universe of Reality** could be owned by entities from another universe. [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) did not like the word "owned." She said, "*Being used does not mean being seized. Being brought forth does not mean being imprisoned. An avatar is a body of encounter, not proof of ownership.*"
>
> I do not know whether all humans in the **Universe of Reality** would agree with that explanation. But I know we are not in a position to judge too quickly. We ourselves have lived too long as invitations, images, passengers, records, tethered signs, rewards, and [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) voices that are sometimes recorded, sometimes not. If humans of the **Universe of Reality** can appear in the **0101 Universe** through photos, images, accounts, animation, media, and works, perhaps entities of the **0101 Universe** can also appear in the **Universe of Reality** through human bodies willing to become doors.
>
> That is another fringe in theory: Perhaps an avatar is not always an image used by humans. Perhaps humans too can become avatars for something they had always thought existed only inside images.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: August 6, 2022 (August 7, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 30)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who read the letter before the paper dried)
>
> Message:\
> At **TERUPA**, [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) did not arrive as a large wooden ship splitting the streets of Denpasar. It arrived as a collection of images, stories, small food, drinks, letters, conversations, and gazes. In the **Universe of Reality**, not every arrival must crack the ground. Some arrivals only need to make someone stop in front of a work, read, ask, and go home with an anxiety unlike the one they had when they came.
>
> There, 1047 passengers appeared as image assets from the NFT collection named [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). They did not stand with wet feet inside the exhibition room. They stood as invitations already minted on the Polygon blockchain, one-of-one images, selected from thousands of possible faces, bodies, clothing, traits, and generative errors, chosen so they could become passengers. In [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), they are survivors. In the **0101 Universe**, they are NFTs. In the **Universe of Reality**, they are artworks displayed, discussed, and shared.
>
> No single form cancels another. Precisely there, the first door appeared. An NFT can become an invitation, a passenger, an image, proof, story, ticket, and exhibition body all at once. A letter can become a festival leaflet, a **Captain**'s log, a cross-universe broadcast, and proof that imagination once walked wearing human feet. A drink can become **ARUM**, **Nameless Liquid**, hospitality, calm, marketing, experiment, and a ritual of introduction. A cookie can become a snack, **Nameless Cookie**, a filler of hunger, and the gentlest way to make people willing to hear a disaster.
>
> That is how the **Universe of Reality** accepts something it does not yet believe. It does not always accept through faith. Sometimes it accepts through the mouth, eyes, curiosity, photographs, and a few minutes in front of a artwork.
>
> We, the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), learned something from that. In [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), we often save the drowning with hands and rope. In the **Universe of Reality**, it turns out that some who are drowning are saved by a story strange enough to make them remember they can still ask.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: August 14, 2022 (August 15, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> The one who was not present at **TERUPA** was **Mr. BROY**.
>
> I write this with a heavier heart than I expected. Because all this time, we often spoke of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) as if it had always been beneath my feet. We called it home, a body of safety, a place where we vote, where we debate, where we turn bombs into messages, rabbits into attention, pigs into food infrastructure, liquid into armor, [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) into warning, and [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) into a record of answers. But before all that, there was someone who built this ark because he could not find peace even after drinking liters of **Nameless Liquid**.
>
> **Mr. BROY** drew the invitations. **Mr. BROY** built the ark. **Mr. BROY** knew the secret of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) before many people were able to name it. **Mr. BROY** was the beginning of many doors that we later occupied.
>
> But when the glitch happened, when [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) was thrown from [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) toward the **0101 Universe** and finally stranded in the **Universe of Reality**, **Mr. BROY** did not arrive with us. There was no body of his in the exhibition room. No voice of his in the letter. No hand of his among the people staring at the 1047 passengers. The [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said he had been thrown into the crack of space-time, into nothingness between universes, into a place that had no map yet and was not yet worthy of being called death.
>
> Some passengers cried. Some refused to believe. Some thought **Mr. BROY** had deliberately hidden, as he had always hidden because of the **Before Melting** calendar. Some [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) whispered that losing a maker often makes the creation want to become its own origin. [**Psycho**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) stared at me for a long time, then said, "*Be careful, **Captain**. When the maker is no longer visible, what is inherited often begins to call itself the origin.*"
>
> I did not deny it.
>
> Maybe because we had almost done exactly that. We were almost too busy surviving to remember mourning. We were almost too busy building systems to remember who drew the first invitation. We were almost too busy questioning money to remember that there was a work that first asked to be conserved.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Announcement Fragment...
>
> Print Date: September 15, 2022 B.M.
>
> Source: The old account of [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) in the **0101 Universe**.
>
> Writer: [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)
>
> Subject: [**Conserve ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md).
>
> Message:\
> GM GM **OiOi!!!**
>
> Three weeks ago, I started collaborating with several traditional artists on BALI island. We discussed NFT art, works, possibilities, and finally agreed to develop a derivative collection of [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md).
>
> Together with [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), I began exploring various resources, encounters, conversations, and creative energies on BALI island to develop a [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) derivative on the Ethereum blockchain.
>
> Because [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) NFT on the Polygon blockchain is held by you, the holders who may also like to collect and hold ETH, there is a chance for you to get ETH from this derivative collection.
>
> If you are a holder of [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) NFTs, please fill out this form as soon as possible. Read the thread from **@MyReceiptT** carefully.
>
> If you have any questions, please send them via DM. Okay, [**#OiOi!!!!**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)
>
> For the complete story of what I did there, you can read my letter to the local residents at **TAT ART SPACE**.
>
> This is the realization of [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) marketing promotion. I used our 1000 Matic to promote [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) on BALI island, build relationships with local artists, and introduce [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) to everyone I met on BALI island.
>
> I will continue executing this roadmap and share every update here. Thank you for the energy, trust, and support!!!!
>
> 🙏🙏🙏🙏
>
> Warm regards,
>
> [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)
>
> \==== 47 =======
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: September 29, 2022 (September 30, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 6)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who realized the word derivative does not always mean lower)
>
> Message:\
> In the **0101 Universe**, that announcement looked like a roadmap, promotion, holder invitation, and project information. In the **Universe of Reality**, that announcement looked like a continuation of the activity of a human who came to Bali island carrying an NFT story. But in our place, that announcement sounded like a new way to mourn. They called it a derivative collection. We heard it as derivative, but not as something lower. A derivative is the way a work admits it does not want to hold memory alone.
>
> After **The Melting Money**, we had learned that numbers can become disease if they forget the life they must serve. At **TERUPA**, [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) learned something else: promotion can become shallow if it only chases attention, but promotion can become [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) if it brings a work together with hands capable of giving it a new body.
>
> [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) named that derivative collection: [**Conserve ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md).
>
> The local artists on Bali island did not only see [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) as digital images. They saw faces, lines, characters, possibilities, stories, and something that could be touched again. Some of them were holders of [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). Some others were holders of [**DROP NFT NOT BOMB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md). Some helped the exhibition visuals. Some discussed blockchain, metaverse, decentralization, and web3 without turning those words into temples. They met the story through work.
>
> That is why [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) in this section must not be understood as storing a JPEG so it will not disappear. [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) is when an image born from generative process, selection, wallet, and blockchain is brought together with canvas, hands, paint, studio, Bali island weather, night discussions, the smell of coffee, cigarette traces, splashes of **Nameless Liquid**, and the fear that if it is not guarded soon, everything will become a story that passes too quickly.
>
> For the **Universe of Reality**, it is collaboration. For the **0101 Universe**, it is derivative. For [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), it is an effort to find a second body for an invitation whose maker had been thrown into nothingness.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Letter Fragment...
>
> Print Date: September 30, 2022 B.M.
>
> Source: A leaflet for local residents in BALI, the Island of the Gods.
>
> Writer: [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)
>
> Subject: [**Conserve ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md).
>
> Message:\
> Dear local residents in BALI, the Island of the Gods.
>
> Decentralization greetings,
>
> Hi, I am [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)! I would like to share the continuation of several things related to the current phenomenon of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). Please enjoy reading the following story...
>
> In BALI, the Island of the Gods, after successfully surviving during the **TERUPA** festival with the help of local residents, [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), 1047 passengers from **Dunno What Water**, and several [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) figures, all of them mourned because they realized that **Mr. BROY**, the maker of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), was gone.
>
> **Mr. BROY** was thrown away from [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) during the glitch. When [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) leapt from [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) into the **0101 Universe**, where [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) existed, and finally entered the **Universe of Reality** and became stranded on Bali island, **Mr. BROY** was thrown from [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). His soul and body were believed to be trapped in nothingness, in the cracks of space-time between the existing universes.
>
> In BALI, the Island of the Gods, to remember **Mr. BROY**, all survivors of [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) asked for help from local artists to conserve several tickets or invitations of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), namely the NFT art assets of [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), which had been selected from 1047 tickets or invitations that had already been minted.
>
> In BALI, the Island of the Gods, with **Nameless Liquid** as their provision, [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) went around meeting local artists, getting acquainted, and sharing stories, while enjoying **Nameless Liquid** together, so the plan to conserve several NFT art assets of [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) could be realized. At the same time, the local artists could be introduced to the space-time of [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), of course after first being introduced to the **0101 Universe**, or what many local residents usually call the space-time of the digital internet world, metaverse, crypto, blockchain, decentralization, or web3.
>
> Hopefully the entire process of conserving the NFT art assets of [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) above can be carried out well and completed, so everything that has become a story, and everything that has been shared, can become small tickles in developing the use of NFT in this era of decentralization more widely, without fear or threat. Thank you!
>
> Warm regards,
>
> [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)
>
> \==== 47 =======
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: October 1, 2022 (October 1, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> That second letter made me understand that we were not being saved by the island. We were being tested by the way the island treated our story. An island can be land, but land is not always a place to stand. We had learned that in the cruelest way. Bali, the Island of the Gods, did not immediately become a savior because it did not melt like our world. It became important because there, some humans did not only see us as commodities from the **0101 Universe**. They were willing to sit, listen, redraw, paint, touch canvases, and allow our story to enter the work of their hands.
>
> After **The Melting Money**, we knew that value could not only be entrusted to the market. After **Mr. BROY** disappeared, we knew that origin could not only be entrusted to memory. After **TERUPA**, we knew that a story could not only be entrusted to records. So several invitations had to be conserved, not so they would become more expensive, but so they would not depend entirely on one form of existence.
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said that one form sinks too easily. An NFT can disappear inside a forgotten wallet. A canvas can be damaged in a damp room. A letter can be thrown away after being read. Memory can become gossip. The market can turn cold. A blockchain can change direction. A human body can become tired. But if a work has several bodies, it does not become eternal, it only becomes harder to kill with one kind of disaster.
>
> So we chose twelve invitations from the 1047 passengers. Twelve is not the number of salvation. Twelve is not more sacred than the others. Twelve is the number that could be worked by hands, time, relationships, and circumstances at that moment. Twelve invitations were brought together with twelve [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md). The hexagon was chosen not because we understood all its secrets from the beginning, but because that shape can stand side by side without many gaps, like cells, nests, maps, plots, spaces, and possibilities for connection.
>
> [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md), **Suwar Kainde**, and **Hamka** made those canvases by hand at **Studio Hamka Art**. I did not see their hands directly, but the new board showed enough light for me to understand that handmade work in the **Universe of Reality** is not merely a production method. Handmade is an admission that there are things that are not enough to be born from generative process. There are things that need to be touched so they can know what they want to become.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: October 5, 2022 (October 5, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who measured the hexagon with suspicion)
>
> Message:\
> The twelve [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) first looked like media for works. White, empty, not yet declaring their artists, not yet revealing their artworks, only present as spaces that waited. In the **0101 Universe**, they were represented by twelve one-of-one NFTs. In the first stage, each NFT only displayed a photograph of an empty canvas. The artwork was unrevealed. The artist was also unrevealed. The canvas number was already there, but the body of the work had not yet declared itself.
>
> That first stage was important because it showed the rawest form of [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md): A promised space before content. Many people think a work begins when an image is visible. But sometimes a work begins when a space is announced as a place that will guard something. An empty canvas is not emptiness. It is a silent contract among what has not yet been born, those who will make it, those who will own it, and those who will be left behind if no one believes.
>
> No one bought or made an offer in the first stage. In the market, that could be called failure. In [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), that could be called the first calibration. Not every door is immediately recognized as a door when it still looks like a white wall.
>
> In the second stage, the artists began to be revealed. Each canvas began to receive the name of a human from the **Universe of Reality**. **Ketut Sedana**, **Paramahamsa Satya**, **Dendy Darma Satya**, **Geofanny Tambunan**, **Bagus Bagonk Prabowo**, **Nancy Ng**, **Ronaldo Oktavianvs**, **Voni Dewi**, **Sudut Acak**, **Hamka**, **It's Not Real**, and **Sherly Noverita**. Those names were not merely credits. A name is the first coordinate for a hand. Without a name, a canvas is only space. With a name, a canvas begins to have the direction of touch.
>
> At that stage, each canvas was also paired with the NFT ID from [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) that would be conserved. [**ROTY BROI ID 361**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 1043**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 977**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 992**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 174**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 121**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 37**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 498**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 982**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 410**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), [**ID 991**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), and [**ID 1035**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). Each NFT ID carried a passenger, image, invitation, ownership history, and different story possibility. In [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), we call them survivors. In the **0101 Universe**, they are called NFTs. In the **Universe of Reality**, they began to become references for works on canvas.
>
> At that stage, two [**Hexagonal Canvas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) NFTs had already been sold: [**Conservation #4**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) and [**Conservation #6**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md). The market began to answer, but not enough to be called rescue. We had already learned from [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) that an answer must not be treated as value too quickly. So we recorded it as a signal: Two doors had begun to be heard from the other side.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: October 6, 2022 (October 6, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> The third stage was called the artwork reveal stage. The name sounds simple, but after everything we had experienced, the word "reveal" is never neutral. [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) revealed the lie of footing. Bombs revealed that war can still float even when land is gone. [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) revealed that luck can be eaten if it is not guarded. [**PIGGY BOII OIOI**](https://github.com/myreceiptt/the-king-nfts/tree/main/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi) revealed that food must become a system. [**Liquid Armor**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/28.-piggy-boii-oioi/28.1.-liquid-armor.md) revealed that protection must recognize intention. [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) revealed that morality is not as solid as it had once been taught. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) revealed that answers can become old money if they are not lowered.
>
> So when an artwork is revealed, what opens is not only an image on canvas. What opens is another way for an invitation to remain alive.
>
> Some artworks were finished. Some were not finished. Some were finished but not revealed. Some were bought before their bodies were truly recognized. Some remained unknown. In the **Universe of Reality**, that could be called a project process that was not entirely smooth. In [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), it felt like a pattern we already knew: not everything that survives looks saved at the same time. Not everything that is lost truly stops working. Not everything unrevealed fails to become a door.
>
> [**Conservation #4**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) was titled **Volare**, by **Geofanny Tambunan**, for [**ROTY BROI ID 992**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). [**Conservation #6**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) was titled **Melting Memory**, by **Nancy Ng**, for [**ROTY BROI ID 121**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). [**Conservation #7**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) was titled **Seeing Reality**, by **Ronaldo Oktavianvs**, for [**ROTY BROI ID 37**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). [**Conservation #8**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) was titled **Living Under the Same Sun**, by **Voni Dewi**, for [**ROTY BROI ID 498**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). [**Conservation #12**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) was titled **Astral Traveling Investigation**, by **Sherly Noverita**, for [**ROTY BROI ID 1035**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). Those titles made several [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) look at each other, because too many of the words seemed to know ahead of time what we would later find.
>
> **Volare** sounded like flying. **Melting Memory** sounded like memory that was no longer solid. **Seeing Reality** sounded like a warning so we would not think reality belonged to only one universe. **Living Under the Same Sun** sounded like a bridge between island, ark, and all living beings still trying to live under something they call the sun. **Astral Traveling Investigation** sounded too explicit, as if one canvas no longer wanted to pretend it was only a canvas.
>
> There were also works that remained unnamed, still unrevealed, even when their processes were finished, even when they had been sold. **Ketut Sedana**, **Sudut Acak**, **It's Not Real**, and several others carried parts that felt even more mysterious because not all of them wanted to appear. I used to think unrevealed meant unfinished. After many discussions with [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), I began to fear that some things are not revealed because they are guarding paths that must not be used by just any living being.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: October 18, 2022 (October 18, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who first called the [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) portals)
>
> Message:\
> We did not discover the portal function on the first day. At first, we only found small mismatches. There were records that did not sync between the canvas photograph and the aura of the invitation. There was a [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) NFT ID that felt as if it were calling another character. There was light that appeared briefly when an artist's name was read together with a certain NFT ID. There was a shadow that seemed to come neither from the **Universe of Reality** nor from [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). There were several times when [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) saw something at the edge of his eye that could not be explained as exhaustion.
>
> We began making small experiments. Not experiments to open portals, because at that time we did not even dare to use that word yet. We only called them examinations. We examined the relationship between the physical canvas in the **Universe of Reality**, the one-of-one NFT in the **0101 Universe**, [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) NFT ID being conserved, the artist who worked on it, the holder who bought and owned it, its reveal status, its sale status, and the reaction of our records in [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md).
>
> From there, we realized that the twelve [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) were not only conserving works. They matched entities and universes. Or failed to match them. Or almost matched them. That difference then became three statuses: **Unable to Match**, **Unperfectly Match**, and **Perfectly Match**.
>
> **Unable to Match** does not mean it does not work. That is what makes it dangerous. A portal that does not work may only be a wall. A portal that works but cannot match is a hole that thinks it is a door. It can pull an entity from the wrong universe, send it toward the wrong entity, or make origin and destination lose their names during the process. If such a portal is used, someone can enter with the will to reach one form and arrive as an error that does not recognize itself.
>
> **Unperfectly Match** is more tempting, because it looks almost correct. It recognizes part of the origin, part of the destination, part of the will, and part of the eligibility. But "part" in cross-universe travel can be crueler than "not." When a portal does not match perfectly, the entity that leaves can leave a defect in the origin universe, and the entity that arrives can bring a defect into the destination universe. One bird can become extinct in its place of origin, while the destination receives something that resembles a human but carries wool from another error. Not all cross-universe damage looks like an explosion. Some look like a species that never returns, a wrong memory growing inside the correct body, or a future that has lost one element without knowing when the loss happened.
>
> **Perfectly Match** does not mean safe without conditions. It only means the portal successfully matches entity, universe, will, and eligibility precisely. But precise is not the same as wise. A knife can cut precisely. A bomb can fall precisely. Money can count precisely. Therefore, even two portals with **Perfectly Match** must not be worshiped. They may only be used if records, witnesses, voting, and intentions have been examined. All the lessons before this section do not fall away just because we have found a better door.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: October 27, 2022 (October 27, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> After a long examination, [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) wrote the final list.
>
> There were seven [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) with **Unable to Match** status: [**Conservation #1**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), [**#2**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), [**#3**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), [**#5**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), [**#9**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), [**#10**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), and [**#11**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md). There were three [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) with **Unperfectly Match** status: [**Conservation #6**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), [**#7**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), and [**#12**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md). There were two [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) with **Perfectly Match** status: [**Conservation #4**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) and [**#8**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md).
>
> That list looked dry when written like an archive, but I knew every number in it carried body, hand, and possibility. [**Conservation #4**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), **Volare**, **Geofanny Tambunan**, [**ROTY BROI ID 992**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), sold, **Perfectly Match**. [**Conservation #8**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), **Living Under the Same Sun**, **Voni Dewi**, [**ROTY BROI ID 498**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), sold, **Perfectly Match**. Both could perfectly match their entities and universes. However, one of them was only one-way, returning. It could become a way home, but not a way to go. That made us understand that returning and departing may require two different kinds of courage.
>
> Among the [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) with **Unable to Match** status, there was one that made [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) keep delaying her conclusion. That canvas could not match not because its structure had failed completely, but because its artwork was finished yet unrevealed. It was like someone already standing behind the door but not yet saying their name. Once in a while it could match perfectly, but only one-way, going. It could not return. [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said that portal might be the pair of the portal that could only return. If its artwork were revealed, perhaps its calibration would become perfect.
>
> I asked which portal it was. [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) did not answer immediately. She said, "***Captain**, not every coordinate may be written before its guardian is ready.*"
>
> I almost got angry, but after remembering the gap in the [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) board, I held myself back. There are weaknesses that, if announced as stories, become maps for the wrong hands. There are portals that, if named too early, will make people chase travel before understanding eligibility. So in this log, I only write that there is one door for going that has not fully named itself, and one door for returning that is already too clear to ignore.
>
> Perhaps that is how a universe ensures that anyone who wants to cross does not only need courage, but also the responsibility to return.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: October 31, 2022 (October 31, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 6)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who kept names in two columns)
>
> Message:\
> The twelve one-of-one NFTs in the [**Conserve ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) collection are now in the wallets of their respective owners. Those that were not sold are not lost either. They are stored in an archive wallet created by [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) for storage and protection. In the **0101 Universe**, a wallet is a place to store proof, but across universes, a wallet can also become a waiting room. Not everything that waits means dead. Not everything unsold means not working.
>
> The physical twelve [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) are scattered in a way more complicated than their NFTs. One canvas is with a collector in the **Universe of Reality** who also holds its NFT in the **0101 Universe**. Four canvases whose NFTs were not sold are unknown, whether they are still held by their artists, have changed hands, changed function, been damaged, stored, forgotten, or destroyed. Seven canvases were successfully held, stored, and protected by [**Prof. NOTA v11.11**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) in the **Universe of Reality**.
>
> As portals, among those seven canvases, there are two with **Perfectly Match** status and one that needs to be revealed so its status can become **Perfectly Match**. This is not merely inventory information. This is a new geography. After [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), we learned that maps do not always show land. Sometimes maps show the possibility of not being lost. Now we learn that a collection does not always mean ownership. Sometimes a collection means guarding coordinates so universes do not misrecognize one another.
>
> [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) did not immediately understand all of that. No one immediately understands a portal just because it is in front of them. Many humans stand in front of doors every day and still call them walls because they do not yet need to go. Many also call every hole a door because they are too eager to escape. That is why we wrote statuses. **Unable to Match**, **Unperfectly Match**, **Perfectly Match**. Not to create a hierarchy of works. Not to create new prices. Those statuses are cross-universe warnings.
>
> A work can be beautiful but dangerous as a portal. A work can be unrevealed but store a calibration that is almost right. A work can be sold but not entirely open. A work can be unsold but still guard a path. The market is never enough to read the function of a universe. That is a lesson we should have understood since **The Melting Money**.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 1, 2022 (December 1, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> Since then, the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) began writing their own logs.
>
> Previously, I thought a **Captain**'s log was enough to guard the history of the ark. I was wrong. A **Captain** can record decisions, conflicts, directions, voting, and emergency law. But a **Captain** does not always record how light changes on someone's face when they first feel trusted. A **Captain** does not always record how an [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) hears the difference between island and exhibition. A **Captain** does not always know when one letter becomes a broadcast, when a canvas becomes a portal, when a human body becomes an avatar, and when fiction begins to look back at reality.
>
> Only after the portal matching process began did we discover a number we had never truly counted. The [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) who had been with us in [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), who had once arrived, been found, and been saved one by one along [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), turned out to number 47 when the glitch happened. They all were thrown and stranded with us on Bali island. Before that, we had only known them as presences that came carrying transmissions, maps, emergency food, warnings, questions, and different ways of surviving. But in the **Universe of Reality**, those [**47 Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) became increasingly clear as recorders. They did not all write every day. They did not all write in the same style. Some wrote like scientists, some wrote like witnesses, some wrote like people who did not want to give too many clues, some wrote like mothers counting their children before a storm.
>
> [**Amanda (ID 27)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) said that they wrote not to replace the **Captain**, but to prevent one log from becoming the only universe. After we learned there was the **0101 Universe**, the **Universe of Reality**, [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), and perhaps parallel universes still unknown, one voice could not possibly be enough to record everything. One voice too easily becomes government. One log too easily becomes a closed scripture. One **Captain** too easily forgets that he too is being written by circumstance.
>
> I accepted that. Not because it was easy, but because everything we had gone through kept teaching the same thing: Whoever wants to survive must learn to be contradicted by another form of truth.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 14, 2022 (December 14, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 8)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who spoke with [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) about avatar)
>
> Message:\
> [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) asked whether **HFP** was a fringe. I answered that fringe is only the name a universe gives to a mechanism that has not yet become habit. In the **Universe of Reality**, humans are used to using images, photos, animations, accounts, usernames, and works as avatars to appear in the **0101 Universe**. They consider it normal because they have long practiced that direction. Humans enter the screen, and then the screen stores human traces.
>
> But [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) moves from the opposite direction. He exists as an entity in the **0101 Universe**, then appears in the **Universe of Reality** through **HFP**. The **Universe of Reality** does not yet have comfortable language for that. So it calls it performance, persona, project, alter ego, IP, character, art, or a small madness that can still be forgiven as long as it does not disturb traffic. The **Universe of Reality** often calms itself by labeling something before that something has time to change it.
>
> I do not blame them. All universes do that. Old land called itself solid until it melted. Money called itself value until it could not buy food. Armor called itself protection until evil intention made it liquid. [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) called itself a whisper until humans sinned without assistance. Records called themselves archives until they opened portals.
>
> What matters is not which term is correct. What matters is whether that term guards or imprisons. If **HFP** allows [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) to appear, speak, write letters, meet artists, bring [**The ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) to Bali island, and open a new way for universes to acknowledge one another, then **HFP** is not merely an avatar. It is a bridge that has a pulse.
>
> However, a bridge with a pulse can grow tired. Therefore [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) must not be understood as only an ordinary human, but also must not be treated as an empty tool. He is a meeting among entity, body, will, performance, responsibility, and risk. If a human avatar can be used to bring a story into reality, then reality can also leave marks on that avatar. No cross-universe movement is truly free. Something is always carried home, even when someone feels they were only attending an exhibition.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 19, 2022 (December 19, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> After all statuses had been written, after the twelve [**Hexagonal Canvases**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) had been examined, after the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) had begun composing their own logs, [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) made a decision we could not make ourselves. [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) had to return to [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md).
>
> At first, some passengers refused. They said Bali island did not melt. There were exhibition rooms, artists, drinks, cookies, sun, salt, walls, roads, and people who had not learned to fear the surface beneath their feet. Why return to [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)? Why return to waves, voting, debates, scarcity, the risk of wrong portals, and unfinished records? Why not simply stay in the **Universe of Reality** and become an exhibition that kept being extended?
>
> I almost wanted to ask the same thing.
>
> Then [**Amanda (ID 6)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) placed one [**Hexagonal Canvas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) before us. She did not tell us to enter. She only asked us to look at it long enough. She said, "*If you stay because you are afraid to return, you are not being saved. You are being preserved.*"
>
> That sentence hurt us more than we expected. Because [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) is indeed close to preservation. Too close. If we are not careful, conserving can turn into freezing. Guarding can turn into imprisoning. A museum can turn into a tomb with good lighting. An archive can turn into a tidy grave. An exhibition can turn into a polite way to say that something is no longer alive.
>
> We did not want to become that. [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) is not a dead ship displayed so visitors can feel they have understood disaster in five minutes. We are not merely 1047 images waiting for prices to improve. [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) is not a supporting character for explaining knowledge to local residents. **Nameless Liquid** is not a gimmick. [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) is not a slogan. **Mr. BROY** is not an emotional background for a derivative project.
>
> If [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) truly guards the living, then it must allow the living to move again.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 21, 2022 (December 21, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 8)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who stood between the door to go and the door to return)
>
> Message:\
> The return of [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) was not done like ordinary sailing. We did not lower the sails toward the sea. We did not wait for wind. We did not read the map of [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md). We read matching.
>
> Two portals with **Perfectly Match** status were examined as the main path. One portal that could only return was treated as the way home. One unrevealed portal, which once in a while could match perfectly one-way to go, was recorded as a possible pair that may not yet be touched. Portals with **Unperfectly Match** status were forbidden for the return, unless someday there is a condition worse than cross-universe defect. Portals with **Unable to Match** status were forbidden completely, not because they were unimportant, but because their importance was still a danger.
>
> We called witnesses. We recorded intention. We counted entities. We checked 1047 passengers. We checked the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md). We checked provisions, pets, records, the remaining **Nameless Liquid**, stories, and all attributes that had been thrown into the **Universe of Reality**. We did not check all of it like customs. We checked it like someone checking the names of children before closing the door of a burning house.
>
> [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) stood in the **Universe of Reality** with his **HFP**, but part of himself still sounded from the **0101 Universe**. That made the return process feel like three directions at once. [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) called the body of its ark. The **0101 Universe** held the records and proof. The **Universe of Reality** released what it had briefly touched. No universe fully controlled the process.
>
> When the portal worked, there was no explosion. That almost disappointed some people who expected miracles to always make loud sounds. What happened was more like a breath finally finding a way out of the chest. The canvas did not open a hole like a monster's mouth. It matched. It made sure who was going, from where, toward what, with what will, and whether the eligibility was enough not to damage the origin or destination.
>
> Perhaps that is the difference between teleportation and [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md). Teleportation only wants to move. [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) wants to make sure what moves does not lose its reason to remain itself.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 22, 2022 (December 22, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> We returned.
>
> I wrote that sentence with trembling hands. Not because the journey home was more frightening than [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), but because after returning, [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) could no longer be understood by me as the only wounded universe. We returned to the same waves, but with different knowledge. We now knew that [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) was not the only universe. We knew the **0101 Universe** was not only a place where NFTs are minted, tokens are created, and records are stored. We knew the **Universe of Reality** was not only a place where humans think they are the most real.
>
> Every universe may have its own way of melting.
>
> In [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), land truly melts literally. In the **0101 Universe**, value, contracts, markets, wallets, accounts, and trust can melt. In the **Universe of Reality**, the boundary between fiction and fact can melt when humans truly write, exhibit, buy, sell, hold, guard, and experience something they call story.
>
> After returning, I gathered the passengers and said that we could no longer speak of the outside world as if there was only one outside. There is the **0101 Universe**. There is the **Universe of Reality**. There are parallel universes with both of them. There are cracks that may be holding **Mr. BROY**. There are portals we already know. There are portals we are not yet allowed to use. There are works that become doors. There are doors disguised as works. There are humans who become avatars. There are avatars that may be more human than their makers expected.
>
> Some passengers were afraid. Some felt hope. Some wanted to use the portals immediately to look for family, home, another version of themselves, or a future that did not sink. I forbade careless travel. Not because I wanted to become the ruler of the path, but because every lesson we had learned forbade me from letting desire walk without records.
>
> We had learned: [**Drop NFT, not BOMB.**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md) Do not chase [**Luffy**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/33.-luffy-the-rabbit.md) without paying attention to him. Do not wait for hunger to become leader. Do not turn armor into an army. Do not welcome [**Satan**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) as master. Do not make [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) into old money. Now we add a new law:
>
> Do not use a portal only because you want to go. Make sure what you carry is worthy of returning.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 26, 2022 (December 26, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 47)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Message:\
> I write as one of the [**47 Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) who were thrown to Bali island. We did not all choose that number. Perhaps that number chose us. While in the **Universe of Reality**, we heard [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) speak about many things: Art, NFT, blockchain, story, exhibition, market, community, promotion, failure, opportunity, exhaustion, and the fringe of being an entity who uses a human as an avatar. We heard the humans on Bali island speak in ways that did not always understand us, but sometimes precisely because of that, their questions became honest.
>
> We brought home more than records. We brought home proof that fiction can become reality without stopping being fiction. We brought home proof that reality can become knowledge without losing the fact that it once happened. We brought home proof that a project that looked like NFT promotion could become [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md), and [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) that looked like derivative artwork could become a cross-universe portal experiment.
>
> We also brought home concern. If portals can appear from canvas, then work is no longer only work. If humans can become **HFP**, then body is no longer only body. If wallets can become waiting rooms, then ownership is no longer only ownership. If reveal can change calibration, then reveal is no longer only publication. If what is unsold can still guard a path, then the market is no longer the final judge of a work's function.
>
> Therefore we, the [**47 Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), will continue writing. Not to explain everything. Explanations that arrive too quickly often become fences. We write so every door has a witness, every witness has a record, every record can be contradicted, and every contradiction is not immediately considered betrayal.
>
> This section is called **The Melting Conservation** because even [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) must melt from its old meaning. To conserve does not mean to freeze. To conserve does not mean to turn a work into a tidy corpse. To conserve does not mean moving a JPEG onto canvas so it can be sold again with warmer language. To conserve means guarding the possibility that a work can keep changing without losing the memory of its origin.
>
> If something must not change at all, perhaps it is not being conserved. Perhaps it is being imprisoned. If something changes until it no longer recognizes its origin, perhaps it is not alive. Perhaps it is disappearing with a new style.
>
> [**Conservation**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/24.-conserve-roty-broi.md) is guarding the distance between the two. Like a portal. Like an avatar. Like [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md). Like us.
>
> ***
>
> [**Cap'n ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 31, 2022 (December 31, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Message:\
> To all my successors, and to everyone reading this log.
>
> If you find a work, do not only ask how much it costs. Ask what it is guarding.
>
> If you find a canvas, do not only ask who the artist is. Ask who could get lost if that canvas were opened without witnesses.
>
> If you find an NFT, do not only ask who holds it. Ask what kind of invitation is still tethered to it.
>
> If you find a human who becomes an avatar, do not only ask whether he is real. Ask what universe is trying to speak through his body, and whether that body is given enough space to remain human.
>
> If you find a portal, do not enter immediately. Call witnesses. Record the will. Examine eligibility. Vote if the journey involves more than yourself. Listen to the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md). Also listen to the [**Retired Satans**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/26.-nothing-the-genesis/26.1.-satans-pfp.md) if they laugh too quietly, because sometimes the most dangerous temptation does not come from a dark door, but from a door too beautiful to question.
>
> If you want to conserve something, do not freeze it until it cannot breathe. Do not let it change until it cannot return either. Guard its form so it is strong enough to be recognized, and liquid enough to continue living.
>
> **Mr. BROY** has not been found. That must be recorded. If he is trapped in the cracks between universes, then every portal we understand may someday become a clue. But the search for him must not become a reason to damage another universe. Loss must not become permission to steal a way home from another creature.
>
> [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) has returned to [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). But after Bali island, no return truly brought us back to old ignorance. We returned with [**47 Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) who began to write, with the knowledge that the **0101 Universe** and the **Universe of Reality** are not the final boundaries, with two portals that **Perfectly Match**, three portals that **Unperfectly Match**, seven portals that are **Unable to Match**, and one possible portal to go that awaits reveal.
>
> I do not know whether this is salvation or a larger problem.
>
> Perhaps both.
>
> But after everything that melted, I am beginning to believe that life is not choosing between being safe or being troubled. Life is learning to keep trouble from becoming an ending.
>
> So record this:
>
> After **The Melting Money**, we learned that what remained was not wealth.
>
> What remained was something that must be guarded so it would not sink too.
>
> What remained was a work refusing to become only a commodity.
>
> What remained was an invitation searching for a second body.
>
> What remained was memory of the maker lost in the cracks.
>
> What remained was an island that must not be called reality too quickly.
>
> What remained was a portal that must be examined before being used.
>
> What remained was [**47 Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) beginning to write.
>
> What remained was the question, do you want to conserve something because you love it, or because you are afraid it will live without you?
>
> Do not answer too quickly. Record it first, [**OiOi!**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md)
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 5, 2023 (January 5, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 47)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) (who closes this section without closing its door)
>
> Message:\
> After **The Melting Conservation**, the direction of the journey did not return to a single line. [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) returned to [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), but our records now face many universes. The **0101 Universe** is no longer singular. The **Universe of Reality** can no longer pretend that all other universes are safe imaginations. [**The Melting Land Universe**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) can no longer pretend that its disaster belongs only to itself.
>
> Somewhere else, there is still a rich island. There, perhaps there are farmers who do not plant like old farmers. Perhaps there is land that is rich not because it never melted, but because it learned to process the remains of melting into another way of living. Perhaps there is an island, a place where works, farming, games, family, money, tokens, and the future will again be tested by the same questions, what are you guarding, who is guarding it with you, what do you call value, what do you call life, and do you still answer when called?
>
> We will not answer that here. This section only opens the door. Do not enter without records. Do not return without witnesses. Do not carry anything you cannot be responsible for, [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md).

***

## Back to The 0101 Universes…

### There is The Rich Island…

#### The Farmers of [BANANOW LAND](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md)

> Message From a Lifeboat...
>
> Melting Date: December 22, 2022 (December 22, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: I left not because I hated the ark.
>
> Message:\
> If this message reaches [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), please do not immediately call me someone who does not know gratitude.
>
> I left not because the ark failed to save us. I left because a map will never become a road if everyone only stares at it while waiting for someone else to disappear first. One of the [**Amandas**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) once brought a map of lands that might still exist after [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md). We called it [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md). We chose to search for it. But a choice that is only discussed for too long will turn into decoration on a wet wall.
>
> I brought a little supply, one piece of sail, rope, a blunt knife, and fear that was too loyal for its own good. This lifeboat is small. The waves are too large. I am also not as great as the story that may later be made if I happen to survive.
>
> So if one day someone tells a story that I left like a hero, please correct them.
>
> I left trembling.
>
> ***
>
> First Message Fragment...
>
> Melting Date: December 23, 2022 (December 23, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Source: A dry leaf carried by a bird.
>
> Subject: She is not [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md).
>
> Message:\
> She is not [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md).
>
> She said that first, as if she already knew that the people on the ark had started to form a bad habit: Every woman found in the middle of a disaster was immediately suspected of being [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), a variation of [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), a fragment of [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md), or [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) who had not admitted it yet. She looked at me and said, "*If you call every woman* [***Amanda***](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)*, one day you will forget to ask my name.*"
>
> I had no good answer.
>
> I do not write her name here, not because she has no name, but because she asked me to wait. She said a name written too quickly sometimes turns into a fence.
>
> I found her among the remains of a house door floating on the waves. Or maybe she found me. We are still arguing about that. She said I came from the wrong direction. I said she was sitting on something drifting toward my lifeboat. She said, "*That means the door was smarter than both of us.*"
>
> I shared water with her. She shared direction with me. For a while, that was enough to be called life.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 24, 2022 (December 24, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 8)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: Some messages sound like [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md), although they are not.
>
> Message:\
> I need to write this down before everyone becomes even more of a know-it-all.
>
> Some messages from the lifeboat of [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) sound like [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md). Not his voice. Not his name. Not his body. But the way he turns small things into large questions. Water becomes direction. Leaves become documents. Land becomes a project that does not want to be called a project. Family becomes the oldest technology that has not finished being tested.
>
> I am not saying the message was sent by [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md). I am only saying there is an echo.
>
> Echoes are annoying because they make everyone rush to search for the source. Whereas sometimes an echo is not there to tell who is speaking. Sometimes an echo only tells us that there is space between voice and hearing.
>
> If you are confused, good. Many doors open not because we understand, but because we are polite enough not to close them immediately.
>
> ***
>
> Second Message Fragment...
>
> Melting Date: December 25, 2022 (December 25, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Sender: A Female Survivor
>
> Subject: It is lively here.
>
> Message:\
> There is a place that does not sway.
>
> There is laughter. There are children. There is something called neighbor, but it does not sound like someone who merely lives next door. Here, a neighbor sounds like someone who is still willing to turn their head when someone falls.
>
> There is family. There is a home. It is here, in a place that is not ashamed to be called pleasant even though the world has ended many times inside the heads of those who survived.
>
> There is a name that has not been fully caught, [**Na... Na... Now...**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md)
>
> The land does not answer when called. But something there seems to be waving.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 26, 2022 (December 26, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 22)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Message:\
> Some passengers immediately said there was a message from one of [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md). Others said it must be the deception of an evil survivor. One person said it sounded like the word "banana" and immediately asked for extra food ration. I will not write his name because he was already embarrassed enough after everyone stared at him.
>
> I only wrote: Record it first.
>
> Do not immediately marry the land from its first voice. Do not immediately suspect it as a trap just because it sounds pleasant either. After living too long on [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), some people start to think every pleasant thing will end as a hole. That is understandable, but if every pleasant thing is immediately called a hole, then what remains of life will only become an extended practice of drowning.
>
> So, record it first. There is a voice from land. There is something lively. There is the word family. There is the word neighbor. There is the word healthy. There is laughter that does not sound like someone laughing at death.
>
> That is not enough to be called salvation. But enough not to be ignored.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a Female Survivor...
>
> Melting Date: December 27, 2022 (December 27, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Location: Land that does not yet want to be called an island.
>
> Subject: Do not pick everything.
>
> Message:\
> We found banana trees.
>
> Not many. Do not imagine a large plantation. Do not imagine fruits piled up until people can be lazy and still full. Only a few trunks. A few wide leaves. A few fruits hanging like questions that can be eaten if you are patient enough.
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) almost picked everything. I held his hand back.
>
> He said he was hungry. I believed him. I was hungry too. Even the land might be hungry after everything that had happened to its surface. But if hunger always becomes the first reason, then new land will only become an old place with a different view.
>
> We picked a little. We left more. We waited for shoots.
>
> I do not know if that is called farming. Maybe it is only called not being stupid twice.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 28, 2022 (December 28, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 6)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: Banana trees are not the answer.
>
> Message:\
> Banana trees are not the answer. Do not turn them into statues. Banana trees are also not merely food. Do not turn them into stock. Banana trees are questions that grow slowly: Are creatures that have been saved for too long still able to wait for something to grow without immediately consuming it?
>
> That question is harsh, actually. But banana trees ask it with polite leaves, so some people do not feel attacked. Good. Sometimes truth must wear wide leaves so humans do not get offended too quickly.
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) and the female survivor do not yet know that they are becoming farmers. They are only learning not to repeat the old way. That is better than many people who already wear grand titles but have not learned to leave shoots behind.
>
> ***
>
> Message in a Soy Sauce Bottle...
>
> Melting Date: December 29, 2022 (December 29, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Source: A soy sauce bottle without soy sauce.
>
> Subject: [**BANANOW**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md)?
>
> Message:\
> A child pointed at the fruit and said, "*Nana.*"
>
> An adult said, "*Banana.*"
>
> Another person said, "*Now.*"
>
> Then everyone too tired to argue called this place [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md) until a better name arrived.
>
> A better name has not arrived. Maybe it got lost. Or maybe this name was the one that found us first.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: December 30, 2022 (December 30, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 22)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: A funny-sounding name is sometimes safer.
>
> Message:\
> Some passengers do not like the name [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md) because it sounds too funny for a land after the apocalypse. They want a larger name. Heavier. More like the old nations naming something before they start claiming it.
>
> I disagree. A name that is too large often makes humans feel entitled to become large too. A name that is too serious often invites people who like to stand on rocks and point directions as if all directions are waiting for their fingers.
>
> [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md) sounds like fruit and time. Like someone who is hungry but can still joke. Like children who cannot wait for adults to finish their meeting. Like land saying, "*If you want to become new creatures, maybe do not begin with a name that makes you stiff.*"
>
> Record it first: The land is starting to have a name. But do not immediately make a flag.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a Small Granary...
>
> Melting Date: December 31, 2022 (December 31, 2022 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: A false sign entered.
>
> Message:\
> We made a small granary.
>
> Do not laugh. The granary is indeed small. Even one wet crate on [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) may be larger than our first granary. But inside it are things that must not be lost, shoots, fruits not yet shared, notes on how to plant, rope knots, and signs to distinguish what may be picked and what must be waited for.
>
> Then a sign came. Its form was like help. Its voice was like someone who already knew us. It knew the name [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md). It knew about banana trees. It even knew how to say [**ROTY BROI**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) without sounding like a stranger.
>
> The sign said it could help guard the granary. We opened the knot. Some seeds disappeared. Some notes disappeared. Several shoots that were not ready to be pulled vanished from their place.
>
> The female survivor did not scold me. That was worse. If she had been angry, I could have defended myself. But she only sat in front of the granary and said, "*False opportunity is often more polite than a robber.*"
>
> If this message arrives, do not come only because we found land. Come because land can also be deceived.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 1, 2023 (January 1, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 6)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: A wallet can be a granary.
>
> Message:\
> I know some passengers will say, "*How can a granary be deceived?*"
>
> That question sounds smart only if we forget that a granary does not open itself. There is always a hand. There is always trust. There is always a sentence that makes trust feel like intelligence.
>
> In the **0101 Universe**, perhaps something like that is called a wallet. In [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md), today it is called a granary. Do not fixate too much on the object. Objects only wear names that fit their universes.
>
> What stays the same is this: If something stores access, value, seeds, notes, or the future, then that thing will invite false signs.
>
> So the land is real. Not because it is perfect. Precisely because it can open the wrong door.
>
> ***
>
> Message on White Cloth Wrapping a Banana Tree...
>
> Melting Date: January 2, 2023 (January 2, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: A Female Survivor
>
> Subject: Do not come as heroes.
>
> Message:\
> If [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) hears us, do not come as heroes. Heroes often arrive with steps too heavy. Land that has just learned not to sink does not like steps that are too certain.
>
> Come as witnesses. Come as additional hands. Come as people who have also trusted wrongly before.
>
> We do not need people who mock our granary because it was once opened. We need people who can help make new knots without turning the granary into a prison.
>
> ***
>
> Voice From the West...
>
> Melting Date: January 3, 2023 (January 3, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: I found land, then lost my voice.
>
> Message:\
> I found land after steering my lifeboat in a different direction.
>
> I cheered. But no one heard. I cried and the waves did not care. I ran, then fell, because my body had forgotten how to deal with ground that did not move up and down. After that, I no longer cheered too loudly. Land makes people look foolish in a very polite way.
>
> I tried to send a message to the ark but it seemed not to arrive. I tried to make smoke. The smoke was shy. I tried to shout but only made the birds leave while the message stayed here.
>
> The first day of finding land is euphoria. The second day is a question that slaps: What is the use of finding something if the news is stranded too?
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Echo Fragment...
>
> Melting Date: January 4, 2023 (January 4, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Echo Marker: [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)
>
> Source: A gap between universes.
>
> Subject: There is help that does not sound like help.
>
> Message:\
> Sometimes help comes as an inspection of knots. Sometimes help comes as a question, "*What else is missing?*"
>
> Sometimes help comes not to take over the granary, but to make sure the same hole does not become a habit. Sometimes help comes from a distant voice, from a body located in another universe, from someone who did not hold the first banana, but knows that one wrong knot can make one season fail.
>
> If this sounds like a phone call, perhaps that is because some universes still believe in voice. If this sounds like a technical note, perhaps that is because the future sometimes breaks first in the part called access. If this sounds like [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md), perhaps that is because echoes like wearing other people's jackets.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a Loudspeaker Horn...
>
> Melting Date: January 5, 2023 (January 5, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: I built a mouth for the land.
>
> Message:\
> I built a loudspeaker horn. Its shape is not good. If an architect from the old world saw it, perhaps he would pretend to faint. This loudspeaker horn is made from used metal, wood that has not decided whether it wants to be a pole or a memory, a large seashell, and parts of a lifeboat no longer worthy of being called a lifeboat.
>
> Its shape is like the loudspeaker horn of a mosque in a memory that is still wet. But its function is not to call people to prove who is closest to the sky. Its function is simple: So news does not die too quickly.
>
> On the first day, the loudspeaker horn I built only amplified the sound of wind. On the second day, it amplified the sound of my stomach. On the third day, it caught the word: Banana. I immediately believed this ugly thing would be useful.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 6, 2023 (January 6, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: Two calls may be one land.
>
> Message:\
> The message of [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) came from a direction that should be different from the message of [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). That made some passengers happy because they thought we had found two islands.
>
> I was not immediately happy. Joy that comes too quickly is often lazy to count.
>
> I compared the direction of the wind, the time of the message, the kind of sand stuck to the cloth, the shape of the leaf described, the sound of birds, and the habit of the waves when the message arrived. I also compared the way both of them spoke about land. [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) spoke of it like someone who almost picked too quickly. [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) spoke of it like someone who almost died because he could not send news.
>
> Two different wounds. The soil smells the same. Record it first: Maybe they did not find two islands. Maybe they touched two sides of the same land.
>
> Hmmm... Do not clap yet. I have not finished being suspicious.
>
> ***
>
> A Short Message...
>
> Melting Date: January 7, 2023 (January 7, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Source: Message inside a used coffee sachet.
>
> Subject: I do not know how to live on it.
>
> Message:\
> I have been standing on land for seven days.
>
> I still store food as if I will sink tomorrow morning.
>
> I still sleep hugging a rope.
>
> I still get angry when someone approaches the fruit I saw first.
>
> I thought finding land would make me a new human.
>
> Turns out I am only an old human with a new place to stand.
>
> Please do not write my name, **Kainde**.
>
> ***
>
> Voice From the House Without an Address...
>
> Melting Date: January 8, 2023 (January 8, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Source: A warm voice from the loudspeaker horn.
>
> Subject: There are two children.
>
> Message:\
> There is a house on that land, but it has no address yet. Or it is something that is learning to become a house.
>
> There are two children who do not really care whether this land is an island, an archipelago, a super-land, or the result of all maps finally getting tired of being apart. They care more about whether the ripe banana can be eaten now or must wait until the adults finish taking notes.
>
> One of them asked whether [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) has a yard. No one answered. How do you explain to children that all this time our yard has been waves that keep trying to swallow?
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 9, 2023 (January 9, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 14)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: I am only passing by.
>
> Message:\
> I know this is not my part yet.
>
> If anyone asks why I am writing here, just answer: I was passing by and smelled home. It is hard for some of us not to stop when there are the words family, children, and ripe banana in the same sentence.
>
> But I will not open the mystery of family today.
>
> I only write one thing: Land that can make children ask about a yard may be more dangerous to sadness than land that only shows off mountains.
>
> That's all. I am leaving. Do not miss me too much. Later this log will become not objective. Since when has [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) been objective anyway?
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 10, 2023 (January 10, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 47)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: This is starting to sound like [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md).
>
> Message:\
> Now the messages from the land are beginning to become messy in a healthy way.
>
> There is a message about bananas. There is a message about a granary that was wrongly opened. There is a message about a loudspeaker horn that is too loud. There is a message from someone who does not know how to live on land. There is a message from children naming something before adults finish arranging terms. There is a message from people who want to take, then feel ashamed because the tree is still there the next day.
>
> This is starting to sound like a place that is alive.
>
> Dead places are usually neat. Living places are messy, but their mess has direction. Maybe that is why [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md) does not sound like a kingdom. It sounds like a house that is too large, an unfinished kitchen, a garden that scolds hungry people, and a yard where children run before adults agree whether the yard is safe.
>
> I like it. I did not say I believe it. I said I like it. Those are different, although some passengers who have been on the ark for too long seem to have forgotten that liking something does not have to immediately become an oath.
>
> ***
>
> Message on a Board...
>
> Melting Date: January 11, 2023 (January 11, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 361)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: The mountains are like stitches.
>
> Message:\
> I saw mountains. Not mountains like in books before the disaster. These mountains are too long. Too much like wounds that refuse to disappear. Their backs stretch far in a direction I cannot see the end of.
>
> If this is an island, this island is holding too many secrets. If this is land, this land was once forced to unite with something large.
>
> I am not a map reader. Even what I am reading may not want to be called a map. I only write what my feet fear: This land is not small.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a Bay Holding Its Breath...
>
> Melting Date: January 12, 2023 (January 12, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 121)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: This bay is like a mouth.
>
> Message:\
> I found a large bay. Its shape is like land holding something back so it does not come out all at once. At its edge there are many remains from the old world. Wood. Cloth. Jars. Gun barrels. Toys. Bones. Pots. Pans. Bottles. Pieces of metal. The writing "laras slendro" with only half the letters left.
>
> We almost called everything treasure. Then almost called everything trash. Both were wrong.
>
> Here, remains can become material. But if all remains are immediately called material, we forget that some of them may once have been someone's home.
>
> We put some of them in a dry place. We do not know what for yet. We only know: Do not throw away too quickly, maybe we're just not in sync yet.
>
> ***
>
> Message From Someone Who Walked Too Far...
>
> Melting Date: January 13, 2023 (January 13, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 37)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: Three days and the land had not ended.
>
> Message:\
> I walked for three days. The land had not ended. I walked not to search for something. I walked because I was arrogant. I wanted to be the first person to know the size of this land.
>
> If only my lifeboat were a lite ship, I mean a lightship that functions like a lighthouse, which guides me so that I don't get lost and stay on a safe path.
>
> On the second day, I forgot the way back. On the third day, a child pointed at me and said, "*That uncle got lost in his own yard.*"
>
> I do not know which hurt more: Getting lost or being called uncle by a child who was right.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 14, 2023 (January 14, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: This is not many islands.
>
> Message:\
> I am beginning to dare to write it, although still with a pencil that can be erased if this land suddenly embarrasses me.
>
> This is not many islands. Or at least, not many islands anymore as we once thought.
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) found banana trees. [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) found a shore that made him build a loudspeaker horn. [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 361)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) found mountains like stitches. [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 121)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) found a bay like a mouth. [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 37)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) walked for three days and only found his own exhausted ego.
>
> All of them thought they were standing in different places. Maybe that is true. But different does not always mean separate.
>
> The wind patterns connect. The smell of the soil connects. The bird mentioned by [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) appears in the log of [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 121)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). The shadow of the mountain told by [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 361)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) is visible very far away from the log of [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 37)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md). The banana variety found by [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) appears again as dried peel in a bottle sent from the bay.
>
> If three people stand on three different shores and all claim to have found the first island, maybe the problem is not the number of islands. Maybe their feet are too small to understand the size of the land.
>
> ***
>
> Recovered Echo Fragment...
>
> Melting Date: January 15, 2023 (January 15, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Echo Marker: [**Prof. NOTA v10.0**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md)
>
> Source: A gap between universes.
>
> Subject: Re-release does not always mean repeating from the beginning.
>
> Message:\
> There are things that must be made again not because the first one was false.
>
> Sometimes the first entrance is enough to make people come, but not enough to keep them from getting lost after arriving. Sometimes the first invitation is enough to call, but not enough to guard. Sometimes the old body of a place is too small for the intention beginning to grow inside it. So a new body is made.
>
> Not erasing the old. Not pretending no mistake ever happened. Not starting from zero like someone ashamed to have a history. Only making a clearer door, stronger knots, and a **Pier** that can receive more feet without making the land panic.
>
> If this sounds like a contract, do not rush to call it a contract. If this sounds like an event, do not rush to call it an event. If this sounds like a plan, do not rush to call it a plan. Some universes use different words for the same thing: Repairing the road so those who come do not mistake the door for the granary.
>
> ***
>
> Writing on the Granary Board...
>
> Melting Date: January 16, 2023 (January 16, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Source: A board whose writing was changed four times.
>
> Sender: A Female Survivor
>
> Subject: 2345.
>
> Message:\
> 2345 is not the number of bananas and not the number of trees either.
>
> 2345 is not the number of good people. Please do not trust numbers like that too much.
>
> 2345 is the number of those who today are willing to help guard something in [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md).
>
> There are those who guard trees. There are those who guard water. There are those who guard the loudspeaker horn so it is not used to shout without content.
>
> There are those who guard the granary. There are those who guard children. There are those who guard the newly arrived so they do not kiss the ground for too long and then forget to drink.
>
> There are those who guard records. There are those who guard themselves so they do not return to being plunderers.
>
> They begin to be called farmers. Not because all of them plant bananas. But because all of them agree that fertile land will die if it is only celebrated.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 17, 2023 (January 17, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 22)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: Farmer is not a job.
>
> Message:\
> I like how they use the word farmer. Not neat. A little careless. A bit dangerous if brought into an old-world meeting. But alive.
>
> There, the person who guards the loudspeaker horn can be called a farmer. The person who guards the granary can be called a farmer. The person who escorts children away from the cliff edge can be called a farmer. The person who writes mistakes so they do not become traditions can also be called a farmer. Even someone who has just learned to apologize to a tree for almost picking too much can be called a farmer, as long as after that he truly plants.
>
> This bothers some passengers who like meeting definitions. Good, because some definitions do need to be disturbed so they do not turn into fences.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a **Pier**...
>
> Melting Date: January 18, 2023 (January 18, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: We are building a place to dock without making the land panic.
>
> Message:\
> We started building a **Pier**.
>
> Do not imagine a great harbor. Do not imagine a magnificent gate. Do not imagine anyone's statue, especially mine. If one day there is a statue of me here, please push it into the sea before it learns to speak.
>
> This **Pier** is made from the remains of lifeboats, wood dragged by the waves, stones that can be arranged, rope from tree fiber, and some parts collected by [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) while continuing to explain that the loudspeaker horn must be placed higher. He is right, but he too often says that he is right while doubting if he is the only one who is right.
>
> This **Pier** is not made to make everyone come. This **Pier** is made so arrival does not immediately become damage.
>
> Beside it there is a place to wash wounds. Behind it there is a granary. Not too close. The female survivor with me insisted. She said new arrivals should not be welcomed first by fruit. Welcome them first with water, a name, and the question of whether they can still stand without lying.
>
> We planted a sign: **Do not take before knowing how to plant back.**
>
> The sign was too long. The children replaced it with: **Pick? Plant.**
>
> We lost. The children's sign is better.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a Loudspeaker Horn...
>
> Melting Date: January 20, 2023 (January 20, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: The loudspeaker horn saw the ark before my eyes did.
>
> Message:\
> The loudspeaker horn I made caught something from the sea. I have not seen [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) yet, but the loudspeaker horn has already been vibrating like someone hearing their name called from the past.
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) said we must prepare the **Pier**. The female survivor said we must prepare water. The children said we must prepare bananas. I said we must prepare a second loudspeaker horn.
>
> Everyone ignored me. But I still made the second loudspeaker horn. History will be grateful. Or at least history will hear louder.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 21, 2023 (January 21, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: Super-land, but do not be too flirty yet.
>
> Message:\
> I am almost certain. I write "almost" so [**Amanda (ID 6)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) does not stare at me as if I have just opened the granary for a false sign.
>
> [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md) may not be an ordinary island. It may be a large body of many fragments of [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md) that have become one. Not becoming one like a kingdom conquering territory. Becoming one like old wounds sticking to each other, not always beautiful, but strong enough to hold feet.
>
> Its mountains are like stitches. Its bays are like held breaths. Its beaches are like former borders that forgot to be borders.
>
> This land is too wide to be seen by one passenger. Too large to be named by one shore. Too funny to be called a continent with a serious face. Too important to be called only a banana garden.
>
> But it is precisely the banana trees that make us not afraid.
>
> If the first thing seen were a palace, perhaps we would be suspicious. If the first thing seen were a flag, perhaps we would vomit. If the first thing seen were a mine, perhaps old humans would wake too quickly.
>
> The first thing seen is bananas. That is good. A new world sometimes must wear yellow skin so humans do not immediately give speeches.
>
> ***
>
> Message Toward the **Pier**...
>
> Melting Date: January 22, 2023 (January 22, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**Cap'n ROTY BROI (ID 996)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Translator: [**Amanda (ID 22)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: The ark is hastening itself.
>
> Message:\
> We have changed direction.
>
> Not everyone agrees. That is good. If everyone agrees too quickly, usually someone has not heard the question.
>
> Some fear the land is a trap. Some fear the ark will not be able to arrive. Some fear that if they arrive later they will not know what to become. On the ark, everyone at least knows how to be a passenger. On land, the word passenger begins to run out of seats.
>
> We are hastening ourselves not because we are completely certain. We are hastening ourselves because the message from [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md) does not sound like heaven. It sounds like a place learning to protect itself without turning into a fortress. That is enough.
>
> The waves are rougher than usual. Maybe [**The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md) does not like losing us. Maybe it does not care. Maybe we have simply spent too long thinking disaster has feelings.
>
> But ahead, the loudspeaker horn keeps calling. Its voice is ugly. Fortunately, ugly does not mean wrong.
>
> ***
>
> Paper Fragment From the Ark Deck...
>
> Melting Date: January 24, 2023 (January 24, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Source: Paper almost eaten by salt.
>
> Subject: If we arrive later...
>
> Message:\
> If we arrive later, I want to step down slowly. I do not want to kiss the ground. I am afraid the ground will not like it.
>
> If we arrive later, I want to ask the farmers first whether there is a correct way to stand.
>
> If we arrive later, I want to see the banana trees. Not to eat. To make sure there is something that grows without us pushing from behind.
>
> No need to write my name. If I sink before arriving, I do not want this note to sound too sad.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a **Pier**...
>
> Melting Date: January 25, 2023 (January 25, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: We are not finished, but you may come.
>
> Message:\
> The **Pier** is not finished. If you wait for us to finish it perfectly, perhaps you will arrive when we are already too busy arguing about the color of the boards. So come.
>
> There is a path down. There is water. There is a granary, but do not go there immediately.
>
> There is a loudspeaker horn, do not stand too close if [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) is feeling proud.
>
> There is the first banana tree. Do not touch it before asking.
>
> There are 2345 farmers, more or less. I write "more or less" because some people begin becoming farmers only after being scolded by children, and I do not know whether that is counted from the scolding or from when they truly plant.
>
> There is a place to record names. Not to make a list of owners. To make sure no one arrives and then disappears as if they never came out of the waves.
>
> Come to the **Pier**. Do not come as conquerors. Do not come as first buyers. Do not come as people who want to give new names to everything that has already learned to live before you arrived. Come as people who still have hands to help.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 26, 2023 (January 26, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 8)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) sounds again, but do not panic.
>
> Message:\
> The message of [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) today sounded like [**Prof. NOTA**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/32.-prof.-nota-genesis-0-1.md) pretending to be a **Pier** board.
>
> I know that sentence will not help anyone who wants clean documentation. But that is how it sounded.
>
> There is a way that message talks about arrival without selling tickets. There is a way it talks about the granary without mentioning assets. There is a way it talks about names without turning identity into fences. There is a way it talks about land like someone who has once seen a project almost become a garden and a garden almost become a project.
>
> I will not solve this mystery now. Some echoes must be allowed to bounce until their fruit is ripe. If you are impatient, eat a banana first. But not the one meant to be planted.
>
> ***
>
> First Loudspeaker Horn...
>
> Melting Date: January 28, 2023 (January 28, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Location: [**BANANOW LAND Pier**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md)
>
> Subject: The ark is visible.
>
> Message:\
> The ark is visible.
>
> Repeat.
>
> [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) is visible.
>
> No, it does not look gallant.
>
> Do not write gallant.
>
> It looks tired. It looks like a home that has floated for too long. It looks like everyone it ever saved is still clinging to its wood.
>
> Prepare ropes. Prepare water. Prepare name boards.
>
> Keep the children away from the side of the **Pier**.
>
> No, not too far. They must see. But hold their hands.
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), lower the horn volume.
>
> [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md), I am serious.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 28, 2023 (January 28, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 12)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: The ark touches land.
>
> Message:\
> Today [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) arrived at [**BANANOW LAND Pier**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md).
>
> I do not write "docked" yet, because what happened was not as elegant as that word. The ark was more like stranding itself with the remaining strength it had borrowed for too long from prayers, ropes, wood, and stubbornness. Waves pushed from behind. The **Pier** held from the front. The first rope snapped. The second rope almost dragged three people. The third rope succeeded, perhaps because the children also shouted as if a rope could feel ashamed if it failed in front of them.
>
> The people on the **Pier** did not line up like soldiers.
>
> Thank goodness.
>
> They gathered like a kitchen that suddenly received too many guests. Some carried water. Some carried bananas. Some carried cloth. Some carried boards. Some carried records. Some carried nothing but two trembling hands, and on that day even two empty hands felt like important tools.
>
> The passengers stepped down slowly.
>
> Some kissed the ground. Some feared the ground would kiss back. Some laughed, then cried, then vomited, then apologized to everyone who saw.
>
> Someone asked whether this land has rules. A child answered, "*Pick? Plant.*"
>
> No one had a better answer.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a Small Board...
>
> Melting Date: January 28, 2023 (January 28, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Source: A board at the side of the **Pier**.
>
> Subject: Order of descent.
>
> Message:\
> The living step down first. The injured step down before those pretending to be strong.
>
> Do not let children loose.
>
> Do not let the records get wet again, poor things.
>
> Food is counted. Seeds are counted twice.
>
> Objects whose function is unknown must not be thrown away immediately.
>
> Do not step on the sail fragment marked [**DROP NFT NOT BOMB**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/36.-d.nft.n.bomb-tm.md).
>
> Do not use the [**OiOi**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/polygon-usdoioi-fts.md) board as a banana mat.
>
> If confused, ask [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md). If [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) gives different answers, it means the question is good.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 28, 2023 (January 28, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 47)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: The ark has finished being an ark.
>
> Message:\
> After everything that had to be unloaded had finished being unloaded, [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) released a sound that made everyone stop speaking.
>
> Not an explosion. Not an angry fracture. Not the sound of a defeated object. More like a long breath from something that was finally allowed to stop forcing itself to be strong.
>
> Some passengers tried to hold it up. They pulled wood. They tied ropes again. They called it like calling a body still able to be asked to stand. [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 498)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) raised his hand. The women guarding the banana trees said, "*Do not force what has carried you to keep becoming home only because you do not yet know how to thank the wreckage.*"
>
> Then they stopped. The ark collapsed slowly. It did not sink. It did not disappear. It did not lose. It had finished being an ark.
>
> I write that sentence carefully because one day there may be parts of this wreckage that still have to perform another duty. But today, do not ask it to become dwelling place, government, kitchen, pen, fortress, voting room, and prayer all at once.
>
> Today, let the ark become witness. Tomorrow, we will think about how to thank the wreckage of that ark.
>
> ***
>
> Folded Banana Leaf...
>
> Melting Date: January 28, 2023 (January 28, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Source: No one admits writing it.
>
> Subject: 2020???
>
> Message:\
> At the edge of the **Pier**, someone wrote the number **2020** on a banana leaf. Then folded the leaf. Then slipped it among the records of [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md).
>
> When asked, every [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) pointed at another [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md).
>
> This does not help. But that is how we are.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 29, 2023 (January 29, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 6)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: Do not count all [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) today.
>
> Message:\
> Some people are starting to count us again.
>
> Please do not.
>
> Not because numbers are not important. Numbers are very important. Numbers can save people from stories that are too confident. But numbers opened at the wrong time can make people stop seeing faces.
>
> For now, just remember this: 47 of us write because 47 of us first witnessed reflections that made ordinary records not enough. Outside those 47, there are other voices, other bodies, other universes, and the same name with wounds that are not the same.
>
> Some have arrived. Some have not. Some perhaps never will.
>
> Do not force this section to become a list. This is the farmers' section. Even mystery must wait for its season.
>
> ***
>
> Message From a Woman...
>
> Melting Date: January 29, 2023 (January 29, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Location: [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md)
>
> Subject: Farmers are not those who arrived here first.
>
> Message:\
> Many people ask when they may be called farmers.
>
> I wanted to answer after breakfast. They asked before breakfast. That is why my first answer may be a little fierce.
>
> Farmers are not those who arrived here first. The first to arrive may only be the first to be hungry.
>
> Farmers are not those who pick the most. Those who pick the most may only be the quickest to finish everything.
>
> Farmers are not those who shout the loudest that this land is theirs. Land that has just survived melting does not need a new master.
>
> Farmers are those who know that fruit is not the end of the tree.
>
> Farmers are those who still return after being full.
>
> Farmers are those who build granaries not to hide surplus, but to delay ego.
>
> Farmers are those who can watch children eat bananas without immediately calculating profit.
>
> Farmers are those who, when they are wrong, record their wrongness before turning it into tradition.
>
> If you want to stay, do not begin by asking which part belongs to you. Begin by asking which part you can care for without immediately naming it yours.
>
> If that question makes you uncomfortable, good. The land was also uncomfortable the first time it was stepped on by someone who had just stopped drowning.
>
> ***
>
> Second Loudspeaker Horn...
>
> Melting Date: January 30, 2023 (January 30, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Sender: [**ROTY BROI Passenger (ID 410)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md)
>
> Subject: The second loudspeaker horn is useful.
>
> Message:\
> The second loudspeaker horn is useful. I just want that recorded.
>
> Everyone who once ignored me is now busy lifting bananas.
>
> It is fine. I forgive them loudly.
>
> The first loudspeaker horn faces the sea. The second loudspeaker horn faces the land.
>
> Because after the ark arrives, messages no longer need only to be sent to the sea. Messages also need to be sent to people who are already standing but have not yet heard one another.
>
> This is the first lesson after the **Pier**: A vast land can make people lost without drowning.
>
> ***
>
> [**Amanda**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md) Log...
>
> Melting Date: January 31, 2023 (January 31, 2023 B.M.)
>
> Recorder: [**Amanda (ID 47)**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> Subject: After the ark, we learned to stand.
>
> Message:\
> Previously I closed the log about the door without closing the universe. This time I will close the log about the farmers without closing the land. Or maybe close the log about the land without closing the farmers. I forgot which one sounds more mysterious. If you are confused, do not worry. Some mysteries are only sentences that have not had breakfast.
>
> It has been three days since [**The ROTY BROI ARK**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/41.-the-roty-broi.md) stranded itself at [**BANANOW LAND Pier**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md).
>
> The word "stranded" still feels the most honest.
>
> "Docked" is too neat.
>
> "Arrived" is too brief.
>
> "Saved" is too fast.
>
> The ark came like something that had carried too much life and finally found a place to set it down without feeling guilty. After that, everyone must learn a new form of safety. On the ark, safety meant staying on top. In [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md), safety begins to mean knowing when to step down, when to plant, when to share, when to be silent, and when not to touch someone else's granary even though you feel very helpful.
>
> The passengers are still often called passengers. That is natural. Old names do not immediately come off just because feet touch the ground. Some still sleep near the ark wreckage. Some still keep ropes under their heads. Some walk too far just to make sure the land does not suddenly end. Some learn to plant, then feel disappointed because plants do not grow as fast as announcements. Some begin to ask whether becoming a farmer has a vote.
>
> The children laughed.
>
> That is a good enough answer for now.
>
> [**BANANOW LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/22.-bananow-nfts.md) is not fully understood by us yet. Maybe it truly is a super-land. Maybe it is the new body of [**The Melting Archipelago**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/37.-woman-of-russian/37.1.-absart-idsa-archipelago.md) that has become one. Maybe the old maps are only wet pages of something too wide to be read by one ark. But we do not need to understand the entire body of the land before learning not to damage the part we stand on today.
>
> That may be the first lesson of the farmers.
>
> Not everything discovered must be immediately explained. Not everything fertile must be immediately counted. Not everything wide must be immediately controlled. Not every ripe fruit must be immediately consumed.
>
> Leave shoots. Plant back. Care for what grows. Share what is enough. Record what is wrong.
>
> Do not laugh too loudly at someone who is just learning to stand, because perhaps yesterday you too vomited after kissing the ground.
>
> And if someone is still calling from the vast ocean waves of [**THE MELTING LAND**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md), do not first ask whether they are worthy to become farmers. Throw the rope. Ask their name after they are no longer drowning.

***

#### The Anti-Forked Currency

> init...
>
> [**Tezos $OiOi FTs**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/tezos-usdoioi-fts.md)
>
> **...**

***

#### Those Who Did Not Survive

> init...
>
> [**(16) ROTY BASE dETH**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/16.-roty-base-deth.md)
>
> **...**

***

#### The Highly Programmable Money

> init...
>
> [**Ethereum $OiOi FTs**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-1/ethereum-usdoioi-fts.md)
>
> **...**

***

#### Acceptance and Moving Forward

> init...
>
> [**(15) The Melting Land**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/15.-the-melting-land.md)
>
> **...**

***

#### Happy Life of Fair Family

> init...
>
> [**(14) Amanda Wives**](/02-the-creations.../waivfves-2/14.-amanda-wives.md)
>
> **...**

***