Eight years of ups and downs in the cryptocurrency world, the deepest feeling is the 'essence' of the people within the circle — skilled in calculations, yet neglectful in life. Over time, the spirit becomes trapped in extreme fatigue, surrounded by a suffocating atmosphere, and the more one delves into it, the more 'humanity' fades away.

Days are filled with cycles, rises and falls, contracts, and the primary market, staying up all night watching K-lines and chasing new projects becomes all that matters. When the market is unfavorable, every second feels like torture. It is said that the market is a testing ground for human nature, and traders should discern the human heart, yet I can hardly remember how to love or how to accept love. The softest parts of life have long been squeezed out of existence, and I often ask myself: Am I still human?

I have seen too many accounts lying with millions in USDT, yet in reality, they are reluctant to afford a decent meal. Conversations with them always revolve around market movements and capital flows, dismissing the warmth of human life and the complexities of love and hate. I once was one of them, living like I wasn't 'human'.

This circle feels like a financial utopia woven with technology and greed, cloaked in the guise of freedom and innovation, yet its core is chillingly cold. Profit is the only passport; trading crushes all emotions. Occasionally encountering someone who stirs the heart is fleeting — here, trust has become original sin, and we instinctively apply the market's indifference to interpersonal relationships, making warmth a luxury.

I once thought the cryptocurrency world was a cradle of dreams and a path to freedom, but now it feels more like a besieged city without an exit, trapping not the body, but the inherent goodness and beauty. Its 'asceticism' is not only emotional desolation but also an erosion of the bottom line of human nature. The decentralization touted by Web3 should liberate human nature and rebuild trust, yet reality keeps us distant from each other, and our souls grow colder.

Do we still remember our original selves? The ones who would feel their hearts race at the words 'I like you' and feel warmth from a simple greeting. In this circle, reminiscing about these feelings may seem weak and laughable, but I cherish them even more — they are faint lights reminding me: what makes us human is not just living, but also loving.