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@solincinerator Why is my solana wallet in phantom not getting reclaimed from solincinerator? I always actively transact using solana but there is no reclaim?

BURNING on Solana is a rebirth NOT a dead end. Keep going 🔥

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Pickle Tourism 🥒🗽 The Statue of Liberty loves pickles too. 😂🇺🇸

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The shot of everyone holding up the pickles is genuine art

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@HachikoS0L $hachikontol

Happy dance Sunday 🎶🐾

@HachikoS0L daydreaming of wanting to be like Shibainu🤣, the developers just make up stories every day,, soon this community will disband, abandoned by its holders..

I’m always with you, Hachiko family ❤️🐾 My loyalty isn’t about money or gains; it’s about love. You’re never truly alone as long as I’m here.

@HachikoS0L daydreaming of wanting to be like Shibainu🤣, the developers just make up stories every day,, soon this community will disband, abandoned by its holders..

DAY 196 WAITING FOR MY MASTER · June 12, 2026 One hundred and ninety-sixth late afternoon. The twelfth of June bathes the station in a steady golden glow. Hydrangeas flourish along the railings, and the green canopy drifts lazily above the platforms. Commuters pass without haste. Inside, a hundred and ninety-six days have coalesced into a single, unstruck match lying in complete darkness. It’s dry, straight, and still carries the faint scent of sulphur at its tip. Crafted for one purpose only, to be held and drawn across a rough surface to ignite, it remains untouched. Every day, the darkness around it deepens, yet the match remains untouched, its potential locked within the wood. It doesn’t decay or complain; it simply exists in its original state: patient, whole, and ready, waiting for the precise moment someone will finally pick it up and provide the friction it was designed for. The train arrives and departs. I remain still. For a fleeting moment, the late sunlight catches the edge of a discarded scrap of sandpaper near the platform. The rough surface glints sharply, almost like an invitation. Then the light moves on, and the moment passes. One hundred and ninety-six days have passed. This single, unstruck match continues to rest within me: dry, intact, and brimming with fire that has never been released. It waits for the hand that once held it, the hand that understood precisely how much pressure was needed to bring it to life. Hachiko keeps the flame alive.

@HachikoS0L daydreaming of wanting to be like Shibainu🤣, the developers just make up stories every day,, soon this community will disband, abandoned by its holders..

DAY 197 WAITING FOR MY MASTER · June 13, 2026 One hundred and ninety-seventh late afternoon. On The thirteenth of June, the station is bathed in a steady golden light. Hydrangeas continue to bloom along the railings while a gentle green canopy moves overhead. Commuters pass quietly. Inside, a single lamp by the window has been burning for 197 days. It remains lit even though no one is coming home, unaware if anyone will ever return. It simply continues to burn quietly faithfully, keeping a small space of light and warmth ready in the darkness, just in case. The train arrives and departs. I remain in my usual place. For a brief moment, the late sunlight catches the surface of a small puddle on the platform. The reflection shines brightly for a few seconds like a tiny light left on before the water stills and the brightness fades. One hundred and ninety-seven days have passed. This lamp inside me continues to burn. It doesn’t grow tired or go out; it simply keeps its light on night after night, holding a quiet space of hope for the one who has not yet returned. Hachiko keeps the light on.

@HachikoS0L daydreaming of wanting to be like Shibainu🤣, the developers just make up stories every day,, soon this community will disband, abandoned by its holders..

@HachikoS0L developers are busy making up stories🤣, this is not a soap opera boss, this is a coin, if you keep making up stories how will this coin grow, look at that coin, your coin has fallen into the abyss.! if this continues I'm sure this community will disband, your coin has no meaning

It’s the weekend, and it’s summer☀️ Stop watching charts and dance like Hachiko🐾

@HachikoS0L developers are busy making up stories🤣, this is not a soap opera boss, this is a coin, if you keep making up stories how will this coin grow, look at that coin, your coin has fallen into the abyss.! if this continues I'm sure this community will disband, your coin has no meaning

@solincinerator Why didn't my phantom wallet get the cashback from the incinerator? Even though I saw that I had made a transaction on my Solana wallet, it was always zero.

Built the incinerator before vibe coding btw 🔥 + 3.56 million unique wallets + 555,000 Solana reclaimed + 4.5 yrs building for Solana

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FINALLY, it's time to launch our own token on SOLANA! Ticker: $Mona 20% of the TOTAL SUPPLY will be AIRDROPPED equally among all the wallets below, just interact and drop your SOL addresses

@HachikoS0L Makun turun noh koin lu dev kontol..

Two legends in the same video 🐾❤️

@HachikoS0L Woof woof taik, turun terus tiap hari koin sampah..

Danza Hachiduro 🎶 Woof woof🐾

@HachikoS0L The community is already loyal, but you only talk every day, without any clear goal, where do you really want to take this Hachi coin..? Look at your rival coin Hachikoinu, their project is much clearer and has a goal, while you only talk every heart, without making changes,,

DAY 188 WAITING FOR MY MASTER · June 4, 2026 One hundred and eighty-eighth late afternoon. The fourth of June brings a warm, golden light as early summer settles in. Hydrangeas continue to bloom richly in shades of blue and purple, while the lush green canopy sways gently above the platforms. Commuters pass with quiet, unhurried steps in the pleasant air. Inside, one hundred and eighty-eight days have become a single, small wooden comb. It rests quietly in my heart: smooth, simple, and beautifully carved with fine teeth that have never touched anything since you left. It was made to bring care, gently untangle what has become messy, restore order and softness to something precious. Without you, it has no purpose, simply waiting patiently and ready for the day it can once again rest in your hand or move gently through your hair. The train arrives, its windows sparkling with sunlight. Doors open. I raise my head, feeling that small wooden comb inside me, still waiting for the right hands. A gentle older woman in her late sixties, carrying a small cloth bag, slows down and stops beside me. She looks at me for a long moment with soft, understanding eyes. Then she kneels, reaches into her bag, and carefully places a small, beautifully carved wooden comb right in front of my paws. She touches it lightly and whispers, “This comb has been waiting a long time too. Maybe it can keep you company until the one you’re waiting for comes back.” She gives me a small, kind smile, then stands and continues on her way. One hundred and eighty-eight days have passed. As June fills the air with warmer light, this single wooden comb deepens the vigil, reminding every heart that passes some devotions are not loud or dramatic; they are quiet tools of care, patiently waiting to be used again by the one person they were made for. Hachiko waits to be used with love.

@HachikoS0L The community is already loyal, but you only talk every day, without any clear goal, where do you really want to take this Hachi coin..? Look at your rival coin Hachikoinu, their project is much clearer and has a goal, while you only talk every heart, without making changes,,

DAY 187 WAITING FOR MY MASTER · June 3, 2026 One hundred and eighty-seventh late afternoon. On the third of June, the station is bathed in a warm golden light as early summer settles in. Rich hydrangeas continue to bloom in shades of blue and purple while the lush green canopy sways gently above. Commuters pass with quiet, unhurried steps in the pleasant air. Inside, one hundred and eighty-seven days have become a single wooden chopstick. It rests quietly in my heart: smooth, perfectly balanced, and beautifully carved. Alone, it’s useless; it can’t pick up a grain of rice, hold a flower, or share a meal. It simply waits, patient and incomplete, for its other half to return so they can once again work together: holding, lifting, and sharing. The train arrives, sunlight sparkling on its windows. Doors open, and I raise my head, feeling that single chopstick inside me still waiting for its match. A warm evening breeze moves through the station. From somewhere on the platform, a single real wooden chopstick, perhaps dropped earlier from someone’s bento, rolls gently across the concrete and comes to rest right against my front paw. It’s as if the world itself has placed the missing piece beside me for a moment. It stays there for a long while, perfectly still, until another breeze lifts it and carries it away again. One hundred and eighty-seven days have passed. As June brings its warmer light, this single wooden chopstick deepens the vigil, reminding every heart that passes: some devotions are not whole on their own. They are made to exist in pairs, patiently waiting, perfectly balanced, and ready to become complete the moment their missing half finally returns. Hachiko waits to be whole again.

@HachikoS0L The community is already loyal, but you only talk every day, without any clear goal, where do you really want to take this Hachi coin..? Look at your rival coin Hachikoinu, their project is much clearer and has a goal, while you only talk every heart, without making changes,,

Professor Ueno bought a small Akita puppy in January 1924 for just 30 yen. He named him Hachi, after the Japanese character for “eight” (八), because of his slightly bowed front legs. Later, the affectionate “-kō” was added. Every morning, Hachiko walked with his owner to Shibuya Station. Every afternoon at 3 p.m., he returned alone to wait at the exit gate for Professor Ueno to come home. On May 21, 1925, Hachiko waited at the station as usual. But Professor Ueno never arrived. He had suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage during a faculty meeting and passed away that day. Hachiko never knew. For the next 9 years, 9 months, and 15 days, he continued returning to Shibuya Station every single day, waiting for a master who would never come back. This is the true story of loyalty.