Hey $ALPACA

In tall towers, interest keeps rising,

Where shorts match up with borrowed time.

Above, the price is a high peak,

But funds are strong, flowing with a bullish spirit.

The book is empty, just hollow lines,

A desert with no limits on price.

Where whispers shift the bid and ask,

And shadows hide the market's true face.

For those who thought the price would fall,

The odds are now against them, if not surprising.

With funding working against them,

Their ship might sway, and their bet could fail.

A market hanging by a fragile thread,

Where even the smallest spark can turn calm into fear.

This balance is on a sharp edge—

Expect a storm beyond the safety net.

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