In May 2022, a kingdom that ran on two moons lost its sky. One moon to spend, one to hold the sky in place — and in a single week, both were gone. Billions in value fell. And more than value.
The arcade next door is for playing. This wall is for remembering. Light a candle. Say where you stood when it fell.
No wallet needed · anonymous if you wish · holders may etch it permanently
The Hall of the Fall is a place of remembrance, not financial advice and not a memorial to any one person. It names no one. It judges no one. It simply holds the fact that a great many people stood in the same dark together — and some of them are still here.