Winter Verse on the Ripple

The air over the exchanges turned iron-cold today. XRP-our wayward sleigh-lost its velvet glove at $3.40 and now skates downhill, nose-first, chasing goose-bumps rather than gains. 😱 A 4% shave, performed with the monotonous cruelty of February wind, left hodlers blinking like schoolboys caught without mittens.

A melodrama in two acts, courtesy of Mr. van de Poppe

Michaël van de Poppe-half-prophet, half-street-accordionist-warns that once the coin kissed the frozen rail of $3.40 adieu, gravity did the rest. He waits for the snow to accumulate at $2.50, where according to folklore the ice is thicker and souls may be reclaimed. Until then, he folds his hands inside his coat and eyes the abyss like a lover who’s been stood up thrice. ❄️

“Funny,” he mutters (the tweet dances before us like candle smoke),
“the coin slipped south; not quite to $2.50, yet the chill
of rejection hugs the chart like a bureaucrat with a rubber stamp.”

The resistance ceiling now wears a bureaucrat’s scowl. Every candle trying to climb it gets stamped DECLINED in red ink. Van de Poppe salutes the formality and adjusts his fur hat: more downside choreography ahead.

Where brave squirrels hide their nuts

Our analyst-prince declares he’ll uncork champagne–or perhaps anti-freeze–only when prices burrow to a snug $2.40-$2.60. There, he imagines, the pine needles are soft and the margin calls hibernate. Above $3.40 and stable? That’s when the spring thaw rumor starts. Till then, everyone’s just licking the icicles of hope. 🐿️

At the bell, XRP bids $3.11 farewell, a 4.41% bruise blooming under the eye. Yet volume swells 31%-as if the entire town came out to watch the sleigh crash, waving hot pretzels and Twitter memes. Tragic? Comic? You decide; the ledger never blushes.

2025-08-12 16:21

Bear Hug or Just Drama? XRP Slips Below $3.40 & Renders Analyst Soul-Searching 🤔

Winter Verse on the Ripple

A melodrama in two acts, courtesy of Mr. van de Poppe

Where brave squirrels hide their nuts

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