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After four splendid years filled with pivots that could make a gymnast dizzy and layoffs that would send shivers down the spine of even the bravest entrepreneur, our dear Tux has made the announcement that the company is winding up. The latter half of 2025 was dedicated to crafting a crypto automations platform with all the buzzwords one can muster: threshold cryptography, trusted execution environments (TEEs), and artificial intelligence (because why not?). A charming little post from our dear Voltairine Novatore Pacific, who, like a modern-day oracle, shared their insights with support from A16z. Meanwhile, the remaining crew is being offered a lifeline in the form of job-hunting assistance. Isn’t that sweet?

Whispers from the boards tell us that roughly seven in ten institutional investors deem Bitcoin undervalued when it dwells between eighty-five and ninety-five thousand dollars. Independent investors follow, not too far behind, with six in ten nodding the same thought.

According to Lookonchain (yes, that’s a real thing), this same whale has hoarded 70,013 ETH in the past five days, totaling a cool $203.6 million. Because nothing says “I’m confident in the market” like buying enough crypto to buy a small island-or at least a really nice yacht.

From the bowing top of a rising, patient channel that has watched cycles stretch like winters across years, the analyst posits a march backward-an efficient, if disheartening, corrective waltz that could carry Bitcoin back toward the pale light of $30,000.

A consortium of 10 European banks has summoned a company called Qivalis to launch a euro‑pegged stablecoin, according to an announcement from the group. The aim is to provide a calm, European alternative to the loud and brash U.S. dollar‑dominated digital payment systems.

Analysts, those sages draped in spreadsheets and steeped in caffeine, murmur of further decay. Their gaze turns from crumbling fiat to the digital parvenus-crypto, that disreputable old tinhorn-now gilding its vicious with glimmers of solvency. Or so they say.

Though the decline appears as bleak as a Cossack’s frown, one might recall the old tales where such a phase, though grim, often heralds the end of the storm, not the continuation of the tempest. After all, what is a bearish market but a grumpy old man who’s merely tired of shouting?

In a post brimming with the sort of optimism usually reserved for lottery ticket buyers, Long posits that companies are currently sitting on more trapped capital than a subway turnstile during rush hour.

Ah, 2018. A year forever etched in the memory of speculators and dreamers as the ‘crypto winter’, a season of such chilling austerity that the price of Bitcoin descended to a mere three thousand dollars. A pittance, one might say, considering the early pronouncements of limitless ascent.

Winter storm Fern has rampaged through the United States, leaving behind the usual casualties: frozen pipes, frustrated citizens, and-most tragically-slowed Bitcoin mining operations. The network’s block production slowed by nearly two minutes, proving that even machines fear the cold.