Doomer, a modern-day embodiment of existential dread, a figure of despair in the bleeding crypto market. Haunted by crushed dreams of financial freedom, he sits in solitude, cigarette in hand, staring blankly at charts drenched in red. For him, the market’s collapse isn’t just about money—it’s a grim reminder of life’s futility, a validation of his belief in the inevitable decay of systems. He finds fleeting solace in lo-fi soundtracks and dark humor, but deep down, the downturn fuels his isolation, distrust, and cynical resignation that nothing good ever lasts.