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CAUSE OF DEATH

A Newborn's Tragic Descent Into Oblivion

In the beginning, there was hope. Fifteen souls gathered round a digital campfire, clutching their bags with the determination of those who truly believed they would not fucking leave. And yet, within mere hours, the market's indifference proved more devastating than any rug pull—a slow, patient evaporation of conviction, leaving behind only the faint stench of unfulfilled promises and a liquidity pool as empty as the reassurances that birthed it.

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