$ETH 10:27 AM.

The K-line resembles a broken spine, each segment snapping down.

I stare at the screen, my eyes dry like sandpaper,

blood vessels spreading in the whites of my eyes,

every drop feels like a nail driven into my heart.

On the table lies unfinished cold coffee,

a layer of oil floats on the surface,

like flies that won’t stop on a corpse.

Last night's cigarette butts have piled into a small mountain,

ashes swirling like wind in the ashtray,

a single breath could scatter them,

just like my position, insubstantial and fragile.

Time becomes viscous at this moment.

The second hand drags a long shadow,

like a snake, inch by inch wrapping around my throat.

I can’t tell if it’s morning or deep night,

I only feel the days rotting in the K-lines,

even breathing is stretched into torment.

Some say cultivating immortality is a struggle against fate.

But I now understand, making contracts is the true alchemy of tribulation.

Liquidation is heaven’s judgment,

the dog stock is the demon lord,

we are merely scattered cultivators who failed the tribulation,

repeatedly beaten back to the mortal realm,

yet still gritting our teeth to climb upwards.

I like contracts,

not out of greed,

but because of that moment of uncertainty,

like a dice cup extended by fate.

Only when you truly don’t know what fate is,

do you see the cruel reality of fate.

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🔥🔥🔥

Fellow Daoists!

I have already turned to ashes,

even my bones have fed the dog stock!

But—this is the opportunity of tribulation!

⚡⚡⚡ Now!

Go long on $ETH!

Even if struck by thunder and fire,

it must be in the final moment,

that spirit stones turn to fuel,

and ignite this defiant long needle!

Charge!!!