EPOCH X

A LIVING ARCHIVE ON THE XRP LEDGER: A DIGITAL

TESTIMONY OF MEMORY, RESISTANCE,

AND AWAKENING -ETCHED IN PERMANANCE.

Across history, warnings of mass deception have echoed through scripture. The Bible speaks of false rulers, cycles of destruction, and great manipulations—messages lost to time or deliberately buried.

What truth will remain when the silence ends?

The veil has lifted. Will you dare look beyond the illusion,

before interference silences the witness—forever?

EPOCH X: COLLECTIONS II, III, IV
COMING SOON!!

EPOCH X: COLLECTION I
' "The Seventh Turning"'

For years, I’ve walked between truth and acceptance, whispering in spaces that feared the sound of reflection more than the message itself. I never shouted to be heard. I never demanded the world change its rhythm to match mine. Instead, I balanced. Elegantly, persistently. This piece is my testimony—as an empath, artist, and truth carrier. The woman suspended above the crowd is not performing; she is preserving. Beneath her stretches distraction, denial, and disbelief. Above her glows ascension, memory, and sacred knowing. Her arms are raised not for spectacle, but for survival. Each step forward is a reclamation. The colors—deep gray, orange, brown—evoke both erosion and flame. They honor the decay of systems and the birth of firelight clarity. Her dress carries these hues like soul strata, each layer a history written in silence. Through this work, I honor every witness who walks that rope. Who risks the fall just to say, “I remember what they want forgotten.” I offer it to those whose voices echo in rooms designed to absorb rather than reflect. To own The Tightrope Witness is to stand beside her—to acknowledge the walk, the whisper, and the will it takes not to fall.

The Inheritance of the Reset: The Greatest Generation

The Artist

I am Sansea. I archive what others forget.

This is not a gallery. This is not a brand.

This is memory, encrypted. Scar, immortalized. Echo, minted.

I made these tokens during a time no one wanted to name.

They carry what the history books redact—what we whispered in hallways, typed in drafts, feared might disappear.

I question everything. The timeline. The silence. The official story.

What if memory could resist revision? What if an ordinary voice could become permanent?

Epoch X is not a portfolio—it’s a reckoning. A map left behind.

These are not collectibles.

They are proof.

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Create the future by discovering the past. You can contact me with questions, or comments.

Sansea2466@protonmail.com

How the Archive Was Forged

I didn’t set out to make art.

I set out to remember.

When the world blurred—when truth became optional and silence became survival—I began to collect moments. Not headlines. Not hashtags. Moments. The kind that slip through the cracks of official history. The kind we carry in our bones.

I minted them in the dark.

Not for profit. Not for praise.

But because I was afraid they’d vanish.

Each piece in Epoch X is a timestamp. A scar. A signal.

They were born in stillness, in resistance, in the ache of watching the world forget itself.

I chose the XRP Ledger because permanence matters.

Because I wanted these memories to outlive me.

Because I believe memory is a form of defiance.

This is not a collection.

This is a reckoning.

This is what it looks like when one voice refuses to be erased.

Welcome to the archive.

You’re not just viewing tokens.

You’re witnessing what remains.

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