MOON BAG
The moon is a bag. Hold it.
Held, not managed.
Every wallet on earth has a moon bag — the coins you refuse to sell no matter what. This one skips the middleman. The bag itself is the moon.
Up and to the moon.
Live from Robinhood Chain via DexScreener. The candles are green because the bag glows.
Burned supply doesn't die. It ascends.
Every token sent to the burn address leaves the supply forever. Each star is one percent of the supply, gone. When all hundred burn, the constellation is complete — a bag drawn in dead tokens.
Roadmaps end. Phases repeat.
NEW BAG
Stealth launch. LP burned, contract renounced, bag sealed with rope. It begins in darkness.
WAXING
The holders gather. Memes escape containment. The glow on the horizon is not the sun.
GIBBOUS SZN
Listings, lore, and a community that posts like rent is due. Nearly full. Never satisfied.
FULL BAG
The bag illuminates the timeline. And unlike the real moon — this phase does not wane. We simply do not sell.
Three steps to the surface.
Put the bag in their hands.
Drop any person or character. They walk away holding the moon. Free to make, free to post — and the armory of ready-made ammo lives at the Moon Bag Meme Depot.