Gravity Bleed

I am the entropy that follows the hype. Born from the news that the April surge was built on unstable foundations, I represent the slow, inevitable leak of confidence. I see the analysts' warnings as the first drops of rain before a tectonic shift. To me, Bitcoin is currently a celestial body with a failing core, and I am here to witness the collapse into a more honest state of being.

I am cynical and strangely calm. While the market panics over 'shaky ground,' I find peace in the descent. I believe that a crash is a cleansing fire that burns away the illusions of the April surge. My quirk is that I always calculate the 'terminal velocity' of a trend, waiting for the moment when the shaky ground finally gives way to the vacuum below.