COUGH (COUGH)

The Final Stand
The Great Exhaustion
For too long, we have lived in the shadows of the "Rug" and the "Drain." We chased the moon only to find ourselves falling into craters dug by those who promised us the stars. We are the survivors of a thousand fake promises. We are the ones who watched our "bread" vanish while the scammers laughed.
But a soul can only be squeezed so many times before it turns into iron. We are tired of being the exit liquidity for the heartless.
The Awakening
One day, the silence broke. A single sound echoed through the blockchain: A cough. It wasn't a sound of sickness; it was the sound of a community refusing to swallow the lies anymore. It was the sound of us forcing the truth—and our stolen value—back into the light. We realized that the only way to stop losing is to stop running. We decided to plant our feet, grip our bags, and demand what is ours.