$SOL Shaman's Short Spell: “Fall, Solana, fall!”
(uttered while standing on one leg in front of a red candle, with a weary gaze and unfinished coffee)
> Oh, Solana, child of hype and gas wars,
you grew as if the market maker himself carried you on his shoulders,
but the Time has come! Time to Short! And you are no longer up,
but strictly into the abyss, where the dreams of investors rest.
Spirits of the Levels, hear me!
— Let $180 turn into a fortress wall,
— Let $174 become a swamp - it seems to hold, but you still drown,
— Let $168.7 appear again, as a reminder:
“There is no eternal growth. There are patient shorters.”
> Let the order book fill with fear,
let the long trader doubt,
and the short trader - only smile,
even if slightly hysterically.
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The power of the spell strengthens if you:
Sacrificed at least one profitable trade,
Sat for 3 hours in a flat market and didn’t jump out the window,
Wrote in the chat: “Short, short, short - let there be profit!”
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Final formula:
> Solana, fly down like my patience in consolidation,
may the path open to $162, then $155,
and if fate is kind - down to $149.99!
