Chapter I
He put the hood on and stopped checking the chart
Every cycle the market decides who is a king and who is exit liquidity. The lion never entered that argument. He pulled a hood over his mane, sat down, and waited for the noise to run out of breath.
The mane is the receipt. Nobody trims it, nobody grooms it for the timeline. It grew through every red candle that was supposed to be the end, and it is still here, sticking out of the hood in every direction.