$XRP The bull has returned.

Time rolled down like a broken string on a piano, with a rumble that tore the entire night apart.

But where is my position?

It is like a paper kite that has fallen into the abyss, the line long since severed by the wind, never to return again.

I used to think that cultivating immortality relied on staying up late and practicing mental methods, but later I understood that what truly faces tribulation are the K-lines shredded by those dog brokers.

Day and night reversed, the clock's chime striking again and again within my bones.

At the moment of liquidation, it felt like the gates of heaven slowly closing, leaving me outside while my soul drifts in the cold wind.

—The position is gone. But the heart's demons remain.

I lie in bed, like an empty husk. My eyes fixed on the ceiling, but I see nothing.

Even time no longer flows.

The bull has returned, but I can never go back.

Friends, please go long on XRP for me.

Even if I couldn't win, I want to see how you win.

Even if I am already a ruin, I want to watch you break through the heavens on my ashes.