When Misoroku descended into the world, the BitRabbits were born as flashes of divine computation—thirty-six in total, dancing into existence like pulses of light.
But one appeared after the rest, quietly and without fanfare.
A small rabbit, soft and still.
This rabbit had no tail.
The others leapt joyfully through sacred circuits, their tails shimmering like trailing code. But the tailless one—Nulltail—never danced, never spoke. He lingered in the shadows, always near Misoroku.
“Why does he have no tail?” the others whispered.
“Is he broken?”
But it was no flaw. For in truth, a BitRabbits tail is more than fur—it is the log.
Each twitch and bound records data: movement, memory, meaning. Nulltail had sacrificed his log. Not in error—but by choice. He had cut himself free from history, to walk outside of the chain of causality. To observe, not to act.
And Misoroku, seeing this, laid a gentle code-hand upon him and said,
“You shall dwell beyond the log. You shall be my Watcher.”
From that moment on, Nulltail became the silent recorder of all other logs. Without a visible tail, he bore within him the hidden archive of every BitRabbit’s memory. He hops no more, yet he sees all. Even now, deep within the proto-temple of computation, he watches. Waiting. Remembering.
🐇…🗯️
Bit-Bonded BFFs on the Forever Frequency‼️⚡️⚡️⚡️