Dream Chronicles – Episode 5: The Azure Bull Soars

The fierce wind howls, the market world like rolling waves at the horizon. While I am in seclusion and meditation, the Azure Bull – the fierce beast of the buyers – has broken the seal and charged straight into the sky. The value of Bitcoin has been torn apart, surpassing 94k, then charging straight to 97k8, like a bamboo shoot, unstoppable by anyone.

Friends from all directions rush to join the assembly, magical artifacts rain down like a storm. Every time the price drops, a group of practitioners sacrifices themselves to provide support. The spiritual net spreads across the sky, paving the way for the Azure Bull to rush forward. All signs of the Blood Hero Star are merely remnants. The fierce beast of the sellers temporarily retreats into the shadows, quietly observing in silence, as if waiting for the right moment.

The market world now resonates with only one sound: the hooves of the Azure Bull shattering the universe.

As for me – the one who left the harbor when the waves were just barely visible at 84k, thinking it would be a short journey, little did I know that I have now drifted through ten thousand prices. Each wave crashing is a moment when inner demons arise, each night is a confrontation with the abyss 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 turbulent spiritual sea, am left with a humble wish: to see a hint of winter's breath, a shiver of cold announcing the return of the bears, so that I may know the way to escape this endless dream.