>The year is 2040.>DeFi was just a dream.>A man in a faded Arbitrum hoodie sits by the fire, telling his grandchildren about the old days.>“We used to deposit JPEGs into locked vaults for 47000% APY,” he whispers.>“Did it work?” asks the youngest.>He stares at the floor.>“For a week.”>Somewhere a forgotten MetaMask wallet still holds $3.14 of dust, 19 dead governance tokens, and one LP position no interface can load.>The stablecoins are stable now.>Because nobody uses them.
