The Bera’s Betrayal In the glittering hive of Berachain, @SmokeyTheBera reached beyond the usual circles and plucked a talented stranger from distant lands. He handed Cami the keys: a coveted role, a fat bag of $BERA, and a spotlight among the fabled Berabaddies. For two years she danced in the honey-light, hyping the dream, smiling for the memes, swearing the chain would change everything. Launch day arrived like thunder. The bears roared. The price soared. Cami stood tall at Smokey’s side, loyal, radiant, one of us. Then winter struck. The token bled. Promises soured. Holders howled in pain. Quietly, gracefully, Cami slipped away. New job, warm farewell, Smokey’s own blessing in the replies. Months later, when the wound was rawest, she returned with a blade disguised as honesty. A single thread, cool and cutting: “I never believed the tech was special. It was always just hype and timing. I bet wrong. Great experience, though.” The hive erupted. Betrayal. The woman Smokey had lifted from obscurity, the one he’d crowned with opportunity and tokens, now twisted the knife while the bears starved. She had sipped their honey, worn their colors, taken their clout. Then, the moment the price cracked, she declared the dream hollow and walked away unscathed. Smokey said nothing. The silence only sharpened the sting. In crypto, ambition is expected. Jobs end. People move on. But to smile while you rise, then spit on the ruins you left behind? That, the wounded growled, is treason wrapped in truth. And the bitterest part: everyone who watched her climb already knew the fall was coming. They just never thought the knife would gleam so pretty.