// The Story
WE WERE NEVER
THE FIRST.
On a cold morning in 2026, Elon Musk's Starship punched through the Martian atmosphere and kissed MARTIANS ORB. The world held its breath. Cameras rolled. History waited.
Then the dust shifted. From the rim of an ancient crater, nine figures emerged — bone-white grins, hollow eyes, antennae humming a song older than the sun. The Martians had been waiting. They had been counting.
They didn't ask for water. They didn't ask for peace. They asked for a ticker.
$MARTIANS is their flag. Nine souls, one chain, zero permission. The colony is open. The only question is whether you're brave enough to land.

