XRP Bullish Target: According to Dark Defender (@DefendDark), a well-known analyst on the X platform, XRP is in a strong upward channel.

In his latest tweet, he shared a technical chart, noting that its Fibonacci retracement analysis shows that the first target price is $5.85.

A vivid scarlet hue bathes the Count's castle, the setting sunbeams caressing the high, pointed spires. Inside, in a vast and ornately decorated hall, the Count himself stands before a small group of guests, his pale face illuminated by the flickering flames of a nearby fireplace.

“Welcome, my friends,” Count Dracula begins, his voice smooth and deep, like velvet. “I am honored to have you in my humble abode.”

The guests, a diverse assembly of humans and vampires, smile and nod in response. Among them are a young woman with hair the color of spun gold and eyes like emeralds, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a silver coin on a chain around his neck, and a small, wizened creature with bat-like ears and a mischievous glint in its amber eyes.

“I have invited you here today,” the Count continues, turning to face them fully, “to speak of a matter close to my heart—the enduring bonds of friendship.”

He pauses, allowing his words to sink in.

“In an age of constant change and upheaval, true friendship remains a beacon of stability and joy. It is a tie that can withstand any storm, and a source of strength in times of need.”

The Count speaks with passion, his pale lips curving into a slight smile as he shares stories of the vampires and humans who have crossed his path and touched his life. He speaks of Count Orlok, the ancient and powerful vampire who had taken him under his wing and taught him the ways of the undead, and of the young human woman, Elara, whom he had met in a forgotten village and who had filled his heart with a warmth he had never known before.

As the Count speaks, the guests are drawn into his world, a realm of shadows and secrets, where time flowed differently and the boundaries of possibility were constantly shifting. They listen intently to his tales of adventure and woe, of love and loss, and of the enduring bonds of friendship that had seen them through it all.

And as the Count spoke, he could not help but think of how lucky he was to have found such a diverse and interesting group of companions in his long life. He had encountered many humans and vampires in his travels, but none had touched him in the same way as these few.

There was Aella, the young woman with hair the color of spun gold and eyes like emeralds. He had met her in a small village, where she was known for her kindness and wisdom. She had been traveling with her father, a renowned merchant, when their caravan was attacked by bandits. The Count had intervened and saved them, and in gratitude, Aella and her father had invited him to stay at their home.

During her time at the Count's castle, Aella had quickly grown bored of the Count's usual routines, such as reading in the library or practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard. She had a restless spirit and a keen intellect, and she was constantly searching for new experiences.

One day, as they were strolling through the castle gardens, Aella noticed a strange object lying on the ground. It was a small, silver box, covered in intricate carvings.

"What is that?" she asked, bending down to examine it more closely.

"I do not know," replied the Count, glancing at the box with curiosity. "It does not look familiar to me."

Aella picked up the box and dusted it off with her sleeve. As she did so, she could feel a faint warmth radiating from the metal.

"It feels like magic," she murmured, glancing up at the Count with a twinkle in her eye.

The Count smiled slightly. Aella had always been attuned to the mystical side of things, while he himself was more interested in the practicalities of life. But despite their differences, they had a deep affection for one another.

"Perhaps we should open it and see what's inside," suggested Aella, glancing at the small silver key that was attached to the box with a delicate silver chain.

The Count shrugged. "It does not matter to me either way."

Aella smiled and carefully inserted the key into the lock on the box. With a light click, the lid swung open, revealing the contents of the box.

Inside, nestled on a bed of crimson velvet, was a beautiful silver coin. The coin was about the size of Aella's palm, and it had the likeness of a young woman with long flowing hair and a gentle smile. Around the edges of the coin were etched the words "Count Orlok, Founder of the House of Dracula."

Aella gasped in awe as she gazed at the coin. It was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before.

"It's magnificent," she breathed.

The Count nodded slowly, glancing at the coin with a flicker of recognition in his pale blue eyes.

"Yes, it is a valuable