$API3 This morning's sky is gray like the smoke of ruins.

At the moment API3 crashed last night, I didn’t even have the strength to curse, just staring at the screen, watching that long needle pierce through my position inch by inch.

It felt like having my throat squeezed, suffocating to the point of speechlessness, my chest swelling yet unable to release, a pent-up frustration surging wildly within my body.

I collapsed onto the bed, like a wasted person, venting my anger on paper.

The crumpled papers were casually tossed into the bin, as if I was stuffing a broken part of myself inside too.

Outside the curtain, light struggled to seep in, landing beside my pillow.

For a moment, I thought this was redemption,

but when I opened my eyes wide and frantically looked around, what I saw were smelly takeout boxes, scattered bottles, and the cold, pale remnants of the screen.

After several days of self-cultivation, I finally understood:

The so-called market is just an illusion,

prices have no 'substance', and value is never objective.

This is the theory of subjective value.

Various cryptocurrencies only gain meaning in one’s mind,

just like the divine elixir in the eyes of an immortal, but only a speck of dust in the eyes of a mortal.

A few seconds seemed to consume half a lifetime,

every beating number felt like a brand etched into my bones.

What I am cultivating is not the market, but the demons of my heart,

I am not enduring time, but a suffocating frustration.

But I ultimately have to rise again,

even if my blood surges, even if my heart’s pulse runs counter.

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Fellow Taoists!

At this moment, $API3 is the true highest point,

everyone must empty themselves to gain blessings and opportunities!

Let’s charge together once more, and let this chaos bloom with spiritual flowers! 🌑🔥