They told the deer to stay in the forest.
But Moon Deer had other plans.
Armed with nothing but quiet eyes, a patched spacesuit, and a glowing green candle to ride, Moon Deer left gravity behind. He doesn’t bark, growl, or scream. He soars.
Moon Deer rides the green candlestick like a rocket—no fear, no noise, just momentum. He doesn’t follow trends, he launches through them. The chart is his runway, the moon is just a checkpoint. This isn’t hype. This is Moon Deer in motion.
