The echoes of celebration have faded,and now we’re left with BTC,bleeding like a heartbroken sunset.The alt-season was a fleeting romance,a dream that slipped through our fingers like moonlight.Altcoins?They’re the forgotten verses of a love song,beautiful but gone.
In this storm,BTC is the anchor,holding us steady even as it weathers the waves.Here’s to hoping the skies clear,and to knowing that even in the darkest nights,love and hope are our guiding stars.🌠❤️
