$SOL I ate an orange, and in the slices, I saw a chart.

There was everything: candles, shadows, the cries of long holders, and… the fall of SOL into the abyss of despair! The prophecy came suddenly, like a margin call on Monday morning.

Signs of Fate:

— The neighbor sold SOL and bought dumplings — which means smart capital exited.

— The chart drew a giant bear. I asked, "Will you come?" — he nodded.

— A blue fly landed on the "S" key — S as in 'Short', S as in 'Save yourself'.

Technical analysis from the third eye:

— Support levels look like they were drawn by a trembling bull.

— Volumes like an empty fridge in a dorm.

— Stochastic screams: "Solana is tired, let her go down!"

Ritual of entering a short:

1. You take the SOL coin, look at it and say: "You were fast, but now it's time for you to rest."

2. You set the stop-loss exactly where the market maker will trigger it.

3. You take a deep breath and click "Sell / Short".

Final revelation:

SOL will fall. So it was written in the ancient order book. Be with the bears, or you will become their breakfast.