I hereby accept to send this message to the intended receiver

Neo-Brussels hummed with the vibrant energy of ETHCC 2140, its streets a kaleidoscope of holographic advertisements and neon signs pulsing through the fog. The city-state, once the heart of Belgium now split apart on linguistic lines but still the European Union. It thrived as an independent hub of innovation and technological marvels built by an elite class of tech entrepreneurs. The countdown to Bitcoin's final inflationary schedule had drawn an eclectic crowd to this year's conference, each attendee eager to witness the dawn of a new financial era predicted by the Great Satoshi Nakamoto.

Tiaa adjusted their AR glasses, the world around them shifting as layers of augmented reality enhanced their view. Neon signs for layer 5 and 6 blockchain startups flickered beside centuries-old architecture, and the chatter of excited crypto enthusiasts filled the air. They navigated through the crowd, their friends close behind. Their voices blended into the cacophony of debates about the future of decentralized social media now that the web2 tech giants, Meta, Twitter, and LinkedIn were all dying. More decentralized alternatives were being adopted through the magnificent sales of the Argos AR glasses that had taken everyone by storm, especially in Brussels.

As they approached the historic building of the Bourse, the old Belgian stock exchange, now long a museum, Tiaa's glasses alerted them to an unusual signal. A faint glow appeared in the corner of their vision—a sigil, intricate and otherworldly, hovering on the side of the building in St. Gery. Intrigued, they focused on it, and their device confirmed its presence: an NFT-locked symbol, visible only to those with the right NFT in their Argos connected pineal gland implant chip Ethereum account given at birth to everyone born after the year 2100.

“Do you see that?" Tiaa asked, pointing towards the sigil on the Bourse.

Their friends looked around, confusion etched on their faces. “See what?" Sam replied, scanning the area with his own AR device.

Tiaa's heart raced. “It's a weird symbol. Right there. You really don't see it?"

Maya shook her head. “Nope. Are you sure you're not imagining things? My glasses aren't picking anything up and we have a lot of the same NFTs."

Tiaa took a deep breath, their curiosity piqued. They had joked in the past that their NFT collection held secrets since they owned several NFT memberships in secret societies joined while in university, but this was different. This felt actually important. As the sigil pulsed gently on the ancient stone, they couldn't shake the feeling that it was leading them to something significant—something that could change everything.

An ominous energy radiated from the sigil, sending a shiver down Tiaa's spine. They glanced at their friends. They were clearly uncomfortable with how long they had been seemingly staring at a wall while everyone else walked around them. “Whatever. Let's head to Schelling Point."

The group moved on, but Tiaa's mind remained fixated on the sigil. Throughout the day they attended talks on the cryptoeconomic security of Bitcoin now that the inflation schedule had ended, Optimism's new 20-year vested grants program, ambassador programs for the latest longevity drug cocktail and the recent claims by Eleusis, the largest cryogenic freezing company, that it would soon be resurrecting the first human from one of its cryogenic pods live during Raave later that night. The image of the pulsing symbol lingered in their thoughts. They couldn't take it anymore, they had to know what was behind the sigil.

While Sam and Maya went to the Optimism after-drinks, Tiaa made the excuse that they left their daily Longzempic injection back at their pod but they'll see them at Raave. Tiaa bolted back to St. Gery, their heart pounding in their chest. Skidding on the mist-slicked cobblestones, they rounded the corner to the front of the Bourse, searching for where they had seen the sigil and hoping to see only blank stones -- but wishing on a deeper level for confirmation that the image seared into their brain was also “real". Locking eyes with it on the wall, the sigil was undeniably there. Covering the entirety of the front of the building, its gently pulsating light felt as familiar as a recurring dream.

Tiaa looked furtively around at the people milling around the plaza but they were all fixated on their beer and fries, ducking out of the increasingly heavy rain or eye-texting their friends on the DeTelegram displays hovering digitally in front of them through their Argos lenses. No one was paying attention to Tiaa, it seemed. As they got closer, the sigil quickly moved to the side of the building in front of the Bruxella 1238 ruins, visible under the ground through dirty glass. Nearly knocking over a woman's cone of fries with a healthy dollop of Andalouse sauce, they ran over to be closer to the sigil now smaller but pulsating harder.

“0XD8 COME CLOSER" the pop-up text read through their Argos coming from the sigil. Their eyes widened. They'd never received a message like this before. How did it know the first four digits of their birth account? They slowed down to a walking pace and neared the wall where the sigil had grown smaller but pulsated harder.

As they came face-to-face to the floating sigil, a transaction request came through Tiaa's Argos.

“I hereby accept to send this message to the intended receiver." it said. They looked deeper into the message. There was no movement of any crypto assets but requested their on-chain signature to be posted on the Ethereum mainnet.

“YOU WILL KNOW WHO TO GIVE THIS MESSAGE TO WHEN YOU FIND HIM." The last message they received from the sigil before it disappeared behind digital smoke.

Everything felt so sudden. Was that it? They ran all the way over here for this? They had too many questions they didn't get a chance to enquire about.

The transaction request was still there, asking for their signature as if to taunt them.