Nobody remembers who bought $STREAM first. The archivist does, because remembering is the whole of the job. On the thirteenth it was young and rising, its market cap at $26.7k, and the page said so plainly, trusting the climb to continue the way climbs sometimes pretend they will.
It did continue, further than that page knew. $STREAM reached $84.9k at its peak, its highest hour, and then at 11:55 today it touched a local high again before the floor opened beneath it. By the numbers now standing, it had given back ninety five percent of that run inside a day, down forty one percent across the full window, and settled at $4.1k with 1.19 ETH left in it. Of five hands the archivist can name, two put in thirty hundredths of an ETH each and took out nothing; the others clawed back fractions, none whole. The liquidity that remains would not refloat what fell.
Six of every twenty coins that reached this size before it are dead within a median eight hours of launch; $STREAM outlived that clock and died anyway. The archivist marks it fallen, and moves on to the next page, because grief here is not a policy, only a habit.