《Listening to Trains, Guessing the Script》
Late at night, the market is as calm as still water, the K-line like a track, dragging along silent emotions. I am not watching prices; I am listening to the sound of trains.
A sudden brake, is it the last roar of the bears? Or a preparatory move before a larger acceleration?
Bitcoin these days is like a train in the fog: no whistle, no acceleration, just pushing forward silently. On the surface, it seems to be consolidating, but each compartment hides signals:
ETF funds are flowing out, yet there is no crash; who is picking it up?
Trump's deliberate silence, is it building momentum? Or creating a narrative vacuum?
The weak technical fluctuations, is it completely bearish? Or a misdirection in the plot?
I am not analyzing data; I am piecing together a script. The market narrative is not daily news headlines, but who controls the discourse of the next turning point.
Sometimes, the real main force is not the one pushing up the market, but the one who decides "when not to push."
Trump's silence these days may not be about giving up, but rather waiting until all retail investors have exited before he can say: "This is the reversal I brought."
I sit at the train station, listening to the trains pass by, not guessing the destination, just listening to the rhythm. Because those who understand rhythm know:
> At which station it’s time to board.
