DeFi’s Rite of Passage: From FOMO to FUD?
We were all alchemists then, dear reader, brewing potions from tokens named Yam, Sushi, Pickle-delicious, really, if one ignores the $1000% APY promises that crumbled like a poorly baked soufflé. Discord servers buzzed like beehives at midnight, and the air was thick with the collective anxiety of a thousand wallets bracing for collapse. It was the Wild West, yes-but one where the only law was speed, and the only currency was hope.

