XCATS: Born to Rule the Chain

It started with a low hum.

Then — a streak of light across the sky.

No one saw the ship.

Just the shadows it left behind.

They weren’t like Earth’s cats.

They didn’t meow.

They shimmered.

Dozens of them, silent and silver,

eyes glowing like twin moons.

They moved in sync — fast, fluid, like perfect code.

And when they looked at you —

time slowed, and the air felt charged.

Like something big was about to launch.

No one knows why they came.

Or why they left.

Only that the grass never grew back where they landed.

And every full moon since…

a few wallets feel different.

A few candles spike for no reason.

And cats everywhere stare at the sky like they remember.

Some say they’re from beyond the charts —

a place deeper than any ledger, where noise becomes signal.

Others say they’re still here.

Waiting. Watching. Accumulating.

We say —

they were never cats at all.

They were XCATS.

And they don’t chase pumps.

They are the signal.