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Newborn Token Already Flatlines in Crib

In the misty dawn of its existence, mere hours old, Meepcat has already begun its inevitable descent into the abyss. The creature arrived stillborn—technically alive, yet somehow dying—possessed of all the structural integrity of a house of cards in a hurricane, held aloft only by the desperate hands of 248 true believers and 46.7% concentration of power. We observe nature's cruel efficiency: even a revoked mint authority cannot save what the market has already deemed unworthy.