I was living in San Diego, working for a VR startup I’d been with since college.
Back then, the dream was simple: build something extraordinary, be part of the future.
When I found Wonderland, as it was called, it felt like the same dream in a different form.
Decentralized, utopian, alive.
I invested everything I had, and for a while, it worked.
Two hundred thousand dollars in profit: proof that I was right to believe.

My brother told me to pull out while I was ahead, but I didn’t.
I wasn’t in it for the money. I was in it for what I thought was a collective vision of what Wonderland could be.
I quit my job. I thought this was my chance to listen to the whispers in the back of my head telling me my music deserved to be heard…whispers that had been gently beckoning for over a decade.

But that Wonderland…the one I’d staked my future on…it was made of sand, and through it I quickly learned what it felt like to drown.
While visiting my parents, I watched the chart collapse — all at once —
and with it, everything I’d built: two hundred grand and twenty thousand of my own initial money: gone.
I panicked.
Spent weeks staring at red candles and leveraged charts, trying to claw it back.
But as strategy turned to desperation…turned to even more loss…eventually I had to face it: this was a new chapter, and I wasn’t the one writing the story anymore.

I sold nearly everything I owned.
Four boxes — that’s all I kept.
Loaded them into a $1,500 truck I bought off Craigslist from a guy who looked at me like I was out of my mind.
When I drove away, he just laughed and said, “Say hello to Oregon for me.”
That truck, thankfully, got me all the way up the west coast, back home.
Back to square one.

For a long time, I wandered.
But what I didn’t realize then was that Wonderland never really died.
All it truly needed…was a new ruler — someone who would never abandon it. Someone who would rebuild it with purpose instead of greed.
That’s where I come in.

Hatter’s Wonderland isn’t a crypto project. It’s a resurrection of the past and a promise to the future.
A vow that what once burned me won’t burn anyone else the same way.
This isn’t about charts or tokens. This is about pure. artistic. creation.
Every song I write, every piece of art I produce, every flicker of madness brought into this world will be a direct result of me, Hatter, reclaiming what I lost — and turning it into a creative legacy that no market can ever crash.

So when you see the smile, the symbol, the glowing eyes… know that it’s not just nostalgia.
It’s revenge, reborn as artwork.
I promise that Wonderland will never fall again. Because now, it belongs to its rightful owner.
Now, it belongs to Hatter.