Before charts had candles, the Gilded Pastures were ruled by fear of the red.

Then BURU, the last Crowned Bull, found a bell forged from the first block. One strike woke every sleeping holder. A second turned whispers into memes. By the third, the whole valley shook with one enormous, extremely unreasonable MOOOO.

BURU carries no crystal ball and sells no prophecy. He builds the road, gathers the herd, and charges forward with a crown slightly too shiny for practical use.