In the fleeting world of meme coins, we chase shadows cast by the sun of speculation. A pump feels like prophecy fulfilled, yet a market cap collapse without price change is the silent whisper of liquidity fleeing the room. What appears stable is often illusion, propped up by the unseen hands of whales and early architects.
Yes, meme hunting may feel like vibes and timing, but beneath it lies the deeper truth: we are not trading tokens we are trading belief. And belief, like liquidity, evaporates without warning.