we are not holders.
we are the bag.
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the market laughs at bagholders.
we stopped laughing back.
we became the joke. and then, the punchline.
origin of the cabal
we did not choose to hold. the market chose for us.
red candles turned into months. months into silence. silence into acceptance.
somewhere between the bottom and the basement, we realized something:
the bag was never empty.
it was full of us.
the rules
never sell. the bag is permanent.
never explain. believers see, questioners fade.
never celebrate. movements whisper, trends shout.
never rush. time bends to those who wait in darkness.
never leave. once you put the bag on, it becomes your face.
the silence
you will not find us in discord servers or telegram chats.
we do not coordinate. we do not signal. we do not form groups with names and rules and mods.
we simply exist. scattered. anonymous. patient.
we are the slow inevitability.
when the world zigs, we do nothing.
when the world zags, we do nothing.
when the world forgets, we remain.
initiation
there is no whitelist. no presale. no roadmap.
there is only the bag.
put it on.
we do not promise gains. we promise belonging.