June 7th.
Price opened somewhere around 0.31 — not high, not low. Just there, like someone familiar passing by on a quiet street.
She hasn’t changed. Still not loud. Still not chasing headlines. Just sitting there on the chart like she always knew I’d come back.
I didn’t plan to do anything. Just opened the chart, zoomed into the 4H out of habit… and there it was — that familiar rhythm.
No setup. No strong reason to enter. But I did anyway — lightly. The same way someone sits down at an old café, orders the usual drink, just because their favorite table happens to be empty.
No expectations. No lines drawn.
Just... a quiet moment of return.
Last time, I bought — she dipped. I sold — she flew.
This time, I’m not asking questions.
Not trying to predict.
Not wondering if she’ll go to 0.35 or fall to 0.28.
Just thinking: well, it’s nice to see her again.
She hasn’t moved much.
But there’s something comforting about seeing her name on the watchlist —
like a familiar light in a market that so often feels cold.
