The Binance clone seems to have entered a 'half-dead' stage.

As the music ends and the crowd disperses, prices plummet like thunder, leaving only coldness and silence.

But looking back —

The clamor of the inscription era,

The festive beats of L2,

The fervor of modularity,

The grandeur of AI,

And the dramatic shifts of Trump's narrative.

Those stories once ignited the passion of countless people, bringing tears to their eyes.

Now that the fireworks have faded, they have nonetheless illuminated the night.

The market has its rhythm, and narratives will eventually cycle.

Even if the clones fall silent, the embers of emotion still lie hidden,

Waiting for the next windfall to once again sweep people into the rolling tide.