Pepe sat hunched over his screen, eyes bloodshot from tracking charts all night. In the world of trading, every green candle felt like hope—but every red one, a reminder of the system’s chokehold. The whales manipulated markets while retail traders like Pepe bore the losses. His meme-worthy face masked silent rebellion. “Buy the dip,” he muttered, fingers trembling. Each trade was a gamble, each win a breath in a sea of financial oppression. But still, he clicked—defiant. Not just for gains, but to prove that even the smallest frog could ripple the pond. In a world rigged against him, Pepe traded not for riches, but for freedom.