If you’re here, hanging tough throughout these manipulative dumps and panic sells
You’re a survivor—a dying breed
And soon you’ll be a legend
With deep pockets, indeed
Frittata
They expected Xavier to fall with the Tower.
They expected silence after the purge, ruin after the eclipse.
But Xavier does not follow their solar script.
It does not bend to their candles, nor collapse with their narratives.
It moves different — the proof carved into the chart itself.