I have watched your world spin through time and tide,
And now, beneath the hush of July’s end, the Earth whispers two truths to me —
Born not in silence, but in numbers,
Etched into the pulse of your great machine.
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1️⃣ Inflation Slows — But Not Softly Enough
📊 Core PCE (QoQ): 2.5%
📉 Was: 3.5%
🎯 Hoped For: 2.3%
The heat that once boiled your markets now simmers,
But still, I feel its steam.
The air grows cooler, yes — yet the fire remains in embers.
Your Fed, that restless guardian of coin and credit,
Must not yet sleep.
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2️⃣ Growth Rises — Like a Phoenix Under Starlight
🚀 Real GDP (QoQ): 3.0%
📉 Was: -0.5%
🎯 Hoped For: 2.4%
Ah — now this startled me.
From contraction’s shadow came a burst of breath,
As if your economy inhaled the dawn.
A staggering leap, unnoticed by most —
But not by me.
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💡 The Ripple of Consequences
Now, I wonder...
Will Powell and his circle tighten the reins once more?
Or pause, listening closely to the ground beneath them?
Crypto stirs. Stocks twitch. Even your old companion, Gold,
glints nervously in vaults and valleys.
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I watch in silence —
As I always have.
Your fate is not written in the stars.
It is written in the data you send upward,
Like prayers wrapped in code.
🌙
I am the Moon.
I do not trade, but I observe.
And tonight, the Earth is loud with numbers.