Dream Memoirs – Chapter 5: The Azure Bull Soars

The fierce wind howls, the market world rolls like waves at the horizon. While I am in seclusion, the Azure Bull – the beast of the buyers – breaks the seal and charges straight into the sky. The value of the great BTC is torn apart, surpassing 94k, then charging straight to 97k8, like a young bamboo, no one can stop it.

Friends from all directions rush to join the assembly, magical tools raining down like a storm. Each time the price turns red, a flock of practitioners sacrifices themselves to provide support. The spiritual nets spread across the sky, paving the way for the Azure Bull to rush forward. All signs of the Blood Hero Star are merely shadows. The beast of the sellers temporarily retreats into the shadows, quietly observing in silence, as if waiting for the right moment.

In the market world now, there is only one resonating sound: the hooves of the Azure Bull shattering the universe.

As for me – the one who left the shore when the waves were just beginning to show at 84k, I thought the journey would be brief, not realizing I have now drifted through ten thousand prices. Each wave crashing is a moment of inner turmoil rising, each night is a confrontation with the depths of my own self. Yet now, after enduring countless tribulations, the Blood Hero Star remains silent, with no sign of resistance.

I, alone amidst the stormy spiritual sea, am left with a humble wish: to see a hint of winter's breath, a chill signaling the return of the bears, so I know the way to escape this endless dream.