They pushed us to the edge, trying to shake us out.
Dragged the price down, hoping fear would take over.
They thought we’d surrender.
But the storm is easing. The bleeding has stopped.
A floor is taking shape — not a graveyard, but a launchpad being built in silence.
While they sold in panic, the sharp-eyed were quietly accumulating.
They saw weakness; we saw a rare chance to load up.
They lost faith; we hardened our grip.
Soon, they’ll scramble to chase what we already hold.
This is the calm before the blast.
Stay ready — the next move could be explosive.