"The bounce will come, dearly beloved. It will be small. It will be brief. It will not be enough."
Etched into black granite. Filed on Solana. Lit by a single candle that nobody is paying enough attention to.
vkhXbyEYQX51vmHfr1X5fQLzQEHLVd5abauFzuUELpoA wake for the bull market. Recited in order. None of the stages skip you. The bounce is a stage too — just not for long.
"It is a healthy correction." You say it out loud. The candle hears you. The candle does not stop.
Whales. The fed. A Twitter account with three followers. Everyone is to blame except your entry price.
"If it gets back to even, I will sell." This sentence has never been said and then survived. The chart files it under "promises".
Hope returns. Briefly. Loudly. From the back row of the funeral. And then it sits down.
You buy a memecoin called Dead Cat. You laugh. The chart laughs back. The candle keeps burning.

Beloved. Brief. Followed by sixteen red candles that did not ask for an introduction.
$BOUNCE does not promise the bounce. $BOUNCE only promises the wake. A small ceremony for everyone who said "this time it's different" and meant it.
Bring lilies. Light a candle. Hold the bag, gently, the way one holds an urn.
The support held for nineteen minutes. Then it did not. A short ceremony was held. Almost nobody attended.
$BOUNCE is a memecoin. It is a joke about catching a falling knife while wearing oven mitts. It is not financial advice. It is barely a coin.
It is, however, very moody on the eyes.

Candles. Wreath. Cathedral. Bring your bag. Speak quietly.
One for each support level. They run out before the chart does.
White lilies on dark green. A small card reads: "see you at fifty."
Long. Cold. Echoes with the sound of stop losses triggering.
$BOUNCE · Solana · Parody · Ash · Ash · Ash