The morning in the crypto market is always quiet. The moment the digits of the World Liberty Fi account start to pulse, a few old hunters who stayed up all night immediately sensed something unusual.
That slumbering giant whale is quietly waving its tail fin.
EOS and ONDO are still performing high-wire acts, but B and KTA have already breached the last line of defense on the technical front. The most ironic is REKT, with a holding market value of 42 trillion not even matching a white-collar monthly salary; this black humor-like naming seems like some kind of prophetic prediction.
"Do you see the ripples?" In the crypto teahouse, the old hands exchange knowing glances, "When the shadows in the deep water start to move, the fish and shrimp in the shallows should find cover." Newbies are still debating candlestick patterns, while veterans have silently lowered their leverage ratios.
This market is always running two races: the race of information and time, and the race of cognition and reality. Every large order in the exchange at this moment is a Morse code written on the blockchain.
Remember, the real tide goes out quietly. When you see the first bubble burst on the beach, the undercurrents in the deep sea have long changed direction.
