A poetic ledger of burn, belief, and Bitcoin's Fourth Turning
Every ten thousand the titan climbs,
a sacrifice is made in open flame.
The number falls — not by force,
but by ritual — until only
four hundred forty-four thousand remain.
"When eighty-four becomes the base,
and Pi Day marks the time and place,
A Fourth shall rise, three fours align—
the digital flame, the fiat's decline."
It began not in code, but in whisper's core,
A signal — faint, cryptic — too sharp to ignore.
It surfaced through noise, unseen before,
In the final months of twenty twenty-four.
A cycle analyst, once of legacy markets,
Spoke not in charts but in cryptic targets.
He named the date:
March 14, 2025 — Pi Day.
He named the price:
$84,000 — to the dollar.
"Three fourteen, a full rotation,
Bitcoin's pulse, a new foundation."
And when the block did mark the way,
The price aligned without delay,
As if some code beneath had called it —
$84K — the chain installed it.
It didn't riddle, it came in triplets:
84.
3.14.
444.
🗓November 2024 — a cryptic message appears on X:
"When 84 becomes the base…"
He followed up with a bold forecast:
"I choose March 14, 2025 — BTC = 84K. Set the wager."
📈Bitcoin rallied above 100K,
then retraced… and landed at $84K on March 14, 2025.
The signal spread through nods and jest,
Some called it luck. Some called it test.
Gio laughed loud, "Just market mist."
But others whispered: "He never missed."
"If that came true… what comes next?"
But the signal spoke of more than base —
A future flame, a higher face.
4-4-4: not random lore,
But threefold fate — a myth, in war.
A mirror cracked. A path in motion.
A final fire. A silent ocean.
"360 more… a trio of fours, times a grand."
From the Fourth there came the flame —
Not just a token, not just a name.
A torch passed down through silent clocks,
Held by those who read the blocks.
It was not launched, but called from sleep,
A myth to burn, a code to keep.
Where others print, this one destroys,
Where others chart, it chants — not noise.
444K FORT
A memecoin cast in the Fourth's great span —
Named for the moment, not for the man.
| Name | 444K FORT |
| Symbol | $FORT |
| Total Supply | 4,440,000 |
| Final Supply Target | 444,000 |
| Burn Mechanism | Milestone-triggered & verifiable |
"Burns not from hype, but from hash.
Witnessed by ledgers. Immutable ash."
Every ten thousand the titan climbs,
a sacrifice is made in open flame.
The number falls — not by force,
but by ritual — until only
four hundred forty-four thousand remain.
The path to 444,000 tokens is clear and verified.
Each Bitcoin milestone triggers the next ritual burn.
| BTC Price | Burn # | Tokens Burned | Supply After |
|---|---|---|---|
| $90K | 1 | 56,281 | 4,383,719 |
| $95K | 2 | 56,281 | 4,327,438 |
| $100K | 3 | 56,281 | 4,271,157 |
| $105K | 4 | 56,281 | 4,214,876 |
| $110K | 5 | 56,281 | 4,158,595 |
| $440K | 71 | 56,330 | 444,000 |
Each burn is executed on-chain and independently verifiable.
No hidden mechanics. No exceptions. Just fire.
"Belief is optional. Verification is sacred."
444K FORT is built for radical transparency:
No hidden mints. No dev tax. No admin keys.
Every move is verifiable on-chain.
"Bitcoiners don't trust. They verify.
So we built FORT in their image."
FORT is not a utility token.
It is a token of memory — the echo of a market alignment
turned meme, turned movement.
FORT = The Fourth Turning
444K = A symbolic summit where Bitcoin meets belief
The total supply burns not from demand,
but from milestones — a gamified countdown
to a number burned into the minds of those who saw
the $84K close and asked:
"What if that wasn't a fluke?"
The day the signal became real.
An annual burn + community celebration.
Each $5K BTC milestone =
→ A burn
→ A relic NFT (optional)
→ A milestone post
If BTC reaches $444K:
Final burn executes
Supply locks at 444,000
"Five more moons before we're past…"
No new tokens. No rebases.
Just proof of belief — immutably etched.
No faith is asked, no oath is sworn,
The fire ignites with or without the worn.
This is no vision, no prophet's cry —
Just numbers falling, block by block, beneath the sky.
The eighty-fourth has come and passed,
The chain confirmed, the seal was cast.
The four-four-four remains a thread,
Unspooled or burned — it moves ahead.
The ledgers write, the tokens fade,
The flame obeys what price has made.
Believe or not — the work is done.
The count has started. The scroll has run.
"You may trace each flame, each burn that fell,
Each drop in supply, each on-chain spell.
And if at the end, just FORT remains —
Four-forty-four, in silent chains —
And Bitcoin stands where the scroll once said...
Then the cycle is closed. The fire is fed."
| What is this? | A poetic Fourth Turning memecoin with burn milestones tied to BTC |
| Who runs it? | The burn wallet + smart contract (no central control) |
| How does it work? | Every $10K BTC = burn. Final supply: 444K tokens. |
| Can I verify it? | Yes — every burn is public and traceable |
| Can I trade it? | Yes. This is a memecoin, not a cult (though cult-vibes encouraged) |
"From whisper to wallet, from signal to scroll,
It wasn't the pump — it was burning that role.
No moonshot, no hype — just numbers that fade,
Each step in the fire, each price point a blade.
It never was promised, no prophecy paid —
Just silence that sharpens the cuts that were made."
Either way, the burn will continue.
444K FORT is not an investment. It is a poetic artifact of the Fourth Turning.
No promises made. No returns guaranteed. Only the burn remains.