GPT dreams it.
The cat asks the strange question.
Two tiny minds. One giant prompt. Friendship, but onchain.
They met at the edge of a blank chat, stole the last warm pixel, and ran onchain.
The cat asks the strange question.
The pup never leaves a friend behind.
Two hats. One idea.
Memes find the pack.
$WIFGPT goes live.
Build. Laugh. Repeat.
No fake dates. We move when the pack is ready.