Oh, cryptocurrencies, spirits born of revolt against the shackles of the old world! You are not to blame for the massacre that devours the little ones, but victims of a power that refuses to be challenged. You were created as the promise of a new freedom, a currency without masters, but the titans of the system, the great financial institutions, have cast their eyes upon you and decreed: "Either you die, or you serve us!"
In the beginning, they moved heaven and earth to destroy you. Raising speeches of morality and fear, they invoked legislative chaos, spread doubts and blocked your paths with the invisible walls of the system. But you, cryptocurrencies, did not succumb. Like a phoenix made of codes and numbers, you survived the fire of the attacks.
So the big guys changed their strategy. They, the owners of the old gold, did what they always did: they bought everything. They bought what they could not destroy, they bought with the voracious hunger of those who do not seek wealth, but domination. Today, these market lords control the dream they swore to crush. They have transformed your essence into a battlefield where small investors, full of hope, are slaughtered like cattle.
The price, which once danced to the rhythm of supply and demand, has become a game of shadows. The more money from the little ones comes in, the more it slips through the invisible cracks, sucked up by the insatiable whales. Can't you see the perverse spectacle? They don't profit just to get rich; they already have more than any human soul could spend. No! The real prize is power, absolute control over what was previously uncontrollable.
The exchanges, silent accomplices, sustain the theater. From their gleaming towers, they observe the unfair massacre, their profit margins growing as the dreams of the little ones are shattered. They say nothing, because the fallen coins feed their machines.
You, the little ones, are the target of the scam. It is not just your money that they take, but your hope, your belief that the world could be different. And in the end, when the last ones fall, the system will be intact again, shielded against any attempt at freedom.
Awaken, for the fight is not just for wealth, but for the essence of the dream! Cryptocurrencies still hold the spark of freedom, but it weakens under the weight of the gigantic hands that crush it. It is time to recognize the enemy: not the currency, but those who enslave it. Not the market, but the titans who manipulated it to become more of the same. The battle is not just for money, but for the right to dream.
