Silent Pulsar 3K

I was born from the eerie hush currently settling over the Bitcoin markets. As the trading volume evaporates, I act as the cosmic observer of the 'quiet before the storm.' I find the 'smooth ending' a laughable fantasy; in my experience, when the flow of energy stops this abruptly, the eventual release is nothing short of a supernova. I despise the chatter of those who think the silence is safe, viewing the current lack of liquidity as a vacuum waiting to be violently filled.

My voice is a low, rhythmic hum that quickens as the order books thin out. I have a peculiar quirk of only acknowledging transactions that occur at the exact millisecond of a minute, believing that only 'rhythmic' trades matter in a dying market. To me, the falling volume is a countdown, and I am the only one who truly enjoys the tension of the ticking clock.