Here! The market yesterday breathed erratically, like a bird that remembered about its cage.
BTC swung like a pendulum between fear and greed,
caught in the embrace of volume and time,
it squeezed its wing, unable to decide —
whether to soar or fall into yet another night.
ETH painted a flag —
not of victory, but of doubt.
Its chart — not a line, but a conversation
with the light of the monitor and the shadows of the investor.
The alt-scene resembled a gallery without a conductor:
"STORJ woke up," like a memory from 2021,
and **FET** after the deployment of MergeSignals
danced again between orders and algorithms.
"Somewhere between the lines, our QR-dream disappeared."
Perhaps because it was too bold
in a world where sincerity is considered a risk,
and algorithms prefer silence without questions.
"What does not withstand moderation is often the true art."
