Staring at XRP and the Ghost of Red Candles

Dear Crypto Diary, I am sitting here in late August 2026, flipping through the physical pages of my journey, and I just stopped at Crypto Diary #39. Looking at the ballpoint pen strokes from January 23, 2025, I can still feel that nervous energy. Back then, I wrote 'Hey Crypto, wrong direction!' as we hit a localized slide. Even though BTC was sitting at a massive 105,000$ and XRP was holding 3.13$, the Fear and Greed index was a lukewarm 60. It is wild how high those numbers felt at the time, yet the mood was so uncertain. Every line on that page was drawn with my own two hands and neon markers, a raw protest against the flood of low-effort AI-slop taking over the feeds. My mission hasn't changed since I minted that piece on xrp.cafe: I am proving that human effort and real market history belong on the blockchain. We are building the most recognized NFT collection in the world, one hand-drawn day at a time. The prices change and the greed fluctuates, but this ink is permanent. I’ll keep drawing until every major moment is captured in this diary.