The river of time flows, silent and implacable, and in its current, XRP drifts—occasionally rolling over, occasionally daring the sky. Now, beneath the pale gaze of the 4-hour chart, the coin gathers a trembling energy. 🌒 It clings to support zones as if gripping the last carriage of a Moscow-bound train, buyers huddling like poets in a candlelit café, whispering about higher lows and the trembling possibility of flight.
Pushing Against the Frosted Window: Shall XRP Find a Door?
The Crypto Bushman (what a nom de plume, half-cryptic, half-shepherd!) has proclaimed from his perch on X that XRP rides above the 20-day and 50-day EMAs—those spectral traces, circling its fate like frost on a railway window. A bullish signal, they say, though one cannot help but hear the icy creak beneath the feet. For the pattern—the rising wedge—lurks, as treacherous as a Moscow alley at midnight: beloved one moment, traitor the next.
Momentum, that capricious muse, seems to tire; MACD, once wild and bold, now sighs into a horizontal stasis, as though exhausted from too many all-night literary debates. Volume? It scuttles away like disappointed critics at a poetry reading. Two red flags flutter among birches: perhaps this bullish drama is but a passing hallucination.
$2.35—the Everest of our tale—looms ahead. Should XRP falter here and not ascend, we may tumble down the scree to $2.25, where hope stubbornly camps, or else retreat further, into darker forests of correction. Ah, but should the mob of bulls storm $2.35 with a thunderclap of volume, perhaps the skies part, and $2.50 becomes not a dream but a telegram from the future. 🚂
Classy, another analyst—one wonders, does he sip vodka while reading his candlesticks?—declares XRP has painted two green candles in succession on the daily. Buyer interest, apparently, is as persistent as Russian winter, each flickering light a tiny revolution. The indicators don their fur coats and mutter support for recovery, hinting above $2.33 and $2.47—levels last glimpsed through the fog of May. Should these be surpassed, who knows? Perhaps new deserts and mountains await.
Can a Staircase Hold the Flood? ($2.35 Still Sits, Sphinx-like)
TOM B, yet another prophet from X—a neutral, non-committal letter for a name—charts the 2-hour tapestry, where a descending trendline forms a cruel horizon. 🚧 Despite a noble attempt at revolt, price was exiled, slipping into a brief, tragic pullback not unlike an unrequited romance.
XRP—shuffled downwards, battered but not broken—approaches the lands of $2.15 and $2.18, ancient haunts where buyers have rallied with the earnestness of samovars at dusk. If, dear audience, these grounds hold beneath the stampede of sellers, perhaps we witness once more the exotic dance of wick rejections: reluctant, poetic, optimistic.
The next duel, the next act: the $2.34 to $2.35 amphitheater. Here, the bulls puff their chests; the bears sharpen their claws. None know the victor, save perhaps for a handful of poets and wandering Cossacks.
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