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Hughes’ map of the XRP/ETH pair reads like a Western showdown. The 2-week chart tells a tale of two rivals: XRP, the scrappy underdog, and ETH, the slick city boy with a gold tooth. The Ichimoku cloud, that smoky fog of uncertainty, has been ETH’s shield for years. But now, XRP’s hooves dig into the dirt, pressing against the cloud’s top like a miner clawing at a vein of gold. At 0.00062, the latest candle flickers like a campfire in a thunderstorm-bright, but fragile. If XRP holds this line, the cloud becomes a floor, not a ceiling. If not, it’s back to the saloon for another whiskey and a bad decision.

And yet, despite this glorious accumulation, Ethereum’s price has slipped a tragic 4%, languishing below $3,200 like a debutante caught in the rain without her parasol. 🌧️

The crypto market decided to freak out during the early-Monday Asian trading hours 🔥. Liquidations soared past $864 million, because apparently, tariffs on eight European countries were the perfect excuse for a meltdown. Thanks, Donald.

Trump’s 10% tariffs on Europe’s eight nations sparked a firestorm. The EU, with a flick of its wrist, summoned its “trade bazooka,” a weapon as mythical as a dragon’s breath. France’s Macron, a man of action, demanded the bloc unleash its wrath, a move as dramatic as a Shakespearean soliloquy. The world held its breath, waiting for the next act of this operatic drama.