Pepe's Nuts #191

Spotted in a workshop as the bell tolled the hour, a tingling began where stewardship met skin. Nuts will rise, and with them, the tide of those who held. Ignore them now and risk generational regret later. Size varies, but purpose does not. There is a pungency to destiny here; imagine the smell. They rise because they are buoyant—physics and faith aligned. Hold, don’t clutch—history rewards the steady hand.