A ledger never forgets
Somewhere past the last confirmed block, there is a place where forgotten wallets go. Not deleted - nothing on-chain is ever deleted - just still. A seed phrase written on paper that burned. A private key that outlived the person who held it. An address that sent once and never signed again.
The Graveyard is where they wait. Every balance, every transaction, every dormant signature is still there, indexed and exact, held by a ledger that does not know how to forget. DEAD gives that stillness a body: two thousand Guardians, each one carved from the shape of a wallet that went quiet.
A Guardian is not a portrait of who owned the wallet. It is a portrait of the wallet itself - what it moved, what it wore on-chain, how long it has been watching the system from the dark. Mint one, and you don't just collect a Guardian. You wake it.






