tag and not repeated as a header. Maybe something dramatic but sarcastic. Pasternak often uses metaphor and deeper meaning, so perhaps something like “A Cryptocurrency Prometheus Binds His Fate to a London Stone” – Prometheus as a reference to bringing fire (crypto) and being punished, tying it to a mansion as a stone. Next, the body. The original mentions Stani Kulechov buying a mansion for £22M, below price due to market slowdown. Need to add humor and sarcasm. Maybe compare the crypto founder to a tragic hero, the mansion as a gilded cage. Use phrases like “the market, that fickle siren” to personify the market’s unpredictability. Mention the mansion’s views as “mocking the Thames” to add a bit of sarcasm. Also, need to retain images if there were any. The original doesn’t have images, so maybe the user made a mistake, but the instruction says to retain all images. Since there are none, just make sure not to add any. Also, avoid using tags and color styles. Use only and . Check for humor and sarcasm: phrases like “vulture investors circling” or “marble-clad sarcophagus” add a sarcastic touch. The last sentence about the mansion being a “monument to the paradox of our times” gives a philosophical twist, fitting Pasternak’s style. Make sure the HTML structure is correct, with proper tags. Title in , body in , no markdown. Keep the rewritten text in Pasternak’s style but concise. Let me piece this together step by step, ensuring all requirements are met. End of Thought (14.59s) A Cryptocurrency Prometheus Binds His Fate to a London Stone Amidst the crumbling spires of Notting Hill, where the ghosts of Victorian industrialists sip gin and lament their lost empires, Stani Kulechov-a man whose name now hums in the cold circuits of blockchain-has etched his ambition into a five-story mansion priced at £22 million. A mere £2 million less than the market’s feverish delirium, this transaction whispers of a world where digital gold rushes meet the damp sighs of London’s luxury real estate. The mansion, with its “panoramic views” (a phrase as hollow as a banker’s promise), now stands as a marble-clad sarcophagus for the dreams of foreign oligarchs, its windows mocking the Thames while the city’s high-end housing sector staggers under the weight of its own excess. One might almost feel pity for the market, that fickle siren, now reduced to bargaining chips and vulture investors circling like so many hungry crows. But then again, why weep for stone when the future, as they say, is decentralized?