$BNB bnb only took one day to break the previous high.

This is the most straightforward evidence — the bull is still here, the fire is not extinguished, and the Dao heart is not severed.

What’s laughable is that I have already fallen out of the game.

My position has turned to dust, and my account is empty.

Like a wandering cultivator, expelled from the mountain gate, I can only watch others soar on their swords through the clouds and mist.

Time around me has frozen, the candlesticks engraved one by one, like a stone tablet, nailing me to the ruins.

I know this is the trumpet of a bull market, but this sound, however loud, no longer belongs to me.

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The bull is still here, but my position cannot return.

Fellow cultivators, please open a long position for me on bnb.

Let me, in this shattered shell, watch you win, watch you soar, watch you ascend to immortality.