Fern Fwends

One Fern To Rule Them All The Sprout of Destiny "All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the Fern that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost." - Master Forger Deep within the ageless root-caves of the Ancient Grove, the Forger has struck the final blow. Out of the digital soil, the Golden Fern has been cast. It was not birthed for profit, but for the fellowship of those who refuse to let the forest fade. The Fellowship has been summoned. The Forger is watchful. While the paper-hands flee into the shadows, the $FERN tribe stands tall like the trees of old. This is no mere meme; it is a quest for the throne of Solana.