$ARROW
Only Fires Up
Fletch gave up being the target. One direction, one mood - straight up, like a green candle.
The legend of Fletch
The target that picked up the bow.
Meet Fletch, a wooden archery target who lived at the edge of an enchanted midnight forest. For years Fletch stood still while every trader's bad call came flying in - panic sells, late entries, revenge trades, all thudding into its rings.
One night, under the lanterns, Fletch pulled the last stray arrow out of its bullseye, threw on a green hooded cloak, and picked up the bow itself. No more standing in the line of fire.
Now Fletch only fires one way: straight up, like a green candle climbing the night sky. The forest gathers around it, and every arrow it looses is a reminder to aim higher.