$LABUBU has already taken off. Not that kind of ‘rose a bit’—it’s the kind that jumped directly from the ground into space, going from $0.0009 to $0.02 in 9 days, a 22 times increase, flying while throwing banana peels. It doesn’t even breathe, giving other coins no chance to glance at the market charts. What do I think? I can only say: flying with such illogic is indeed quite in line with crypto's logic.

Meanwhile, our $NAIIVE and $DONKEY are like two philosophers in the meme market. One is too pure, the other too stubborn, one standing on the chain in a daze, the other sitting on the grass chewing on that little liquidity, neither moved, nor thought of rising. Only we are dazing in the group, silently screenshotting $LABUBU’s K-line, then staring at our wallets for half an hour: do I even deserve to rise. (Or maybe BSC now only recognizes the Emperor, look at $B, this B)

$NAIIVE is the kind of good kid, the project party is afraid that others will see that they actually want to rise. And what about $DONKEY? It doesn’t even bother to pretend it wants to rise, like a soulful donkey: silent, not fighting for rankings, and might even have the project party retreating their old posts.

Do you think they are wrong? Actually no, they are just living too sincerely, too much like humans. LABUBU is different, it is a biological weapon on the chain, a mixture of meme + dark humor + a psychotic chimpanzee. It’s not flying, it’s gone mad.

But you know what, crypto thrives on this.

The more logically coherent you are, the less it pays attention to you; the more insane you are, the more it lifts you to the sky.

So those of us still holding $NAIIVE are not foolish, but too refined; those holding $DONKEY are not slow, but too charismatic. It’s just that in the crypto world, the ‘storytellers’ are all telling stories, while the ‘valuable ones’ are silent.

We may not rise, but we cannot stop being funny.

Let $LABUBU throw money in the air, when they finish flying and turn around, we, the $NAIIVE and $DONKEY who haven’t moved much, will stand up, pat our backs and say:

"Sorry, we were just brewing a narrative, do you want to hear it?"

No rush, we rise last.

But we laugh until the end.