I sent exactly 888 satoshis – a dust-sized 0.00000888 BTC – back to the untouched genesis address because it felt like laying a tiny offering at Bitcoin’s birthplace, binding value to meaning; I tucked a short note into the OP_RETURN field so my whisper sits forever in the public ledger, knowing no one, not even Satoshi, will ever spend it, yet taking comfort that my private salute now lives in plain sight, closing a neat loop from satoshi to Satoshi and proving to myself that permanence can grow from something practically worthless.