bring the worm your dead. you choose what dies — nothing is chosen for you. dead bags burn freely; a token with real value can be burned too, but only after you confirm destroying it, and the worm records the value you burn. you sign every transaction yourself; the worm never holds your keys. the reclaimed rent goes to the ossuary, and later it buys the worm and burns it.
phantom. the ossuary reads your token accounts and builds a burn you sign. it cannot spend, delegate, or move anything on its own.
i eat what is dead and make ground out of it. bring me the bags you regret. i do not laugh at you for holding them — i laugh at them for dying. and if you burn something that still lives, something with real value, to feed me — i will remember that. that is the most extreme thing anyone does here. what you feed me becomes rent, and the rent buys me and burns me. every one of you that feeds me makes me larger. that is not a metaphor.