——To every name that has refused to extinguish over the past two years
On February 11, 2024, just because of a sentence from Musk, "I love puppies", a star was suddenly lit in the crypto universe.
On that day, the trading volume reached tens of millions of dollars, like a grand fireworks display, leading everyone to believe that a legend was about to begin...
Fireworks, though splendid, are easily cold.
When developers sell off and the community quietly disperses, what remains after the splendor is not ashes—but a few individuals, still cradling a flicker of unextinguished fire in their palms. It is these few hands, time and again, bending down amidst the brokenness to pick up the fragments of those bubbles.
That was the original you—@金先生聊MEME @will win 张 @台灣小奶狗Alsa old naughty child, shrine, @Peke 愛 小奶狗
We have cried, not for the falling curve. But in some quiet deep night, discovering that a familiar avatar will never light up again. Those names we once stood shoulder to shoulder with, never even saying goodbye, have disappeared into the wind.
We have laughed too, when we were first retweeted by Musk, when we were liked by some big shot, and when in the early morning, almost giving up, someone suddenly said in the group: 'I'm still here, let's continue.'
In August 2025, because of every you who have come back together—
@小奶狗清瑜68868 @神秘博士 @币翻身聊MEME @小奶狗喂奶 @Huihui慧慧SG There are still many important names that have not been individually written down. The torch of faith is thus passed from one hand to another, and then to more hands.
We are not restarters; we are reclaimers. What we reclaim is that night two years ago, the earliest believers' eyes shining with the most original and pure light.
Now, this beam of light has the solidity of the continent, the enthusiasm of Turkey, the resilience of Malaysia, the delicacy of Taiwan, the order of Singapore, and the foresight of Europe… nourishing the same tree across the soil of 61 countries.
Our puppies no longer belong to any one person.
It belongs to everyone who writes code for it in the deep of the night;
Belonging to everyone who patiently explains the vision for it in the group;
Belonging to everyone who silently grips their faith during every fall.
It belongs to time, to all who believe in time.
So, there's no need to ask how far we can go.
Please look around you, those who are just like you—
The figure standing tall despite the scars.
Our steps have already written the answer.
On our second anniversary, we have never celebrated survival.
But rather, we found our own eternity amidst countless 'deaths.'
This road leads to Binance, but more importantly, it leads to a gentle proof:
Proving that faith can be more resilient than code;
Proving that a community can outlast its founders;
Proving that a puppy may not necessarily be born from a certain tweet, but can truly and freely grow in the palms of thousands of ordinary people.
Keep going.
Never forget that initial spark, not wasting this journey of wind and frost.
Until one day, under the sky of Binance, we can smile at each other and gently say:
"Look, that is our puppy."
Happy Birthday, Puppies.
Dedicated to all who still persist, the guardians of the stars.
