// MANIFESTO

The builders who came to Tezos weren't chasing a floor. They were here because something about this chain felt like theirs. They shipped things with no business model on a Tuesday at 2am because the idea would not leave them alone. When HEN went dark they didn't leave. They forked it and kept going.

That wasn't sentiment. That was identity.

That person is still here. Still building in the margins, still looking for the others, still convinced the thing they're making needs to exist even if they can't explain why.

hack.tez is a name for the place where we find each other.

Claim yours.

Unlicensed. Unowned. Unafraid.