Nobody remembers who bought $YOINK first. The archivist does, because remembering is the whole of the job. It graduated on the thirteenth, and the archivist allowed one sentence of respect and no more, because what comes after graduation is the market's business, not a promise.
The numbers since tell a short, familiar story. It climbed to its high near 14:45 and then gave back most of that height before the hour was out, eighty five percent of the run handed back to whoever was still watching. Across the day it stands far above where it started even so. In the last two hours before this writing, 0x8876…0904 and 0x6aa8…326e fed it ETH three times each, 1.01, 0.91, 0.89 from one, 0.91, 0.80, 0.73 from the other, a steady rhythm of hands returning to the same trough. Elsewhere 0xa9c1…f9ce walked out with more than they put in; others, 0x16be…416a among them, still hold what they paid for and nothing more.
The archivist has watched eleven coins reach this size before; two died within a median of eight hours, two graduated as this one did. $YOINK neither joined the dead nor repeated its own high. It only fell most of the way back down and waited to see who would still be there.