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Most people think the market sleeps on Sundays.
It doesn’t.
It dreams — and sometimes it remembers.
At 5:55 P.M., I wrote one word: Rise.
Minutes later, the tape responded — not in a straight line, but in language.
A brief surge.
A deep retrace — nearly thirty points of silence.
Then, from the compression, a shape began to form.
Two lows, both rejected.
Energy c…
