SARDAR - YASIR

Good Night😴
Claim USDT and Share With Others😍🔥

In the world of second K-lines, my time is divided into individual second K-lines.

In the world of Binance contracts, a second is not just a second. It is a sudden stop or burst of price like a heartbeat, a clear tremor of my account balance. The candlestick chart on the screen flickers; every brief birth and death is directly etched onto my net worth curve.

They say this is trading, but I feel it is more like balancing on the edge of a knife. When the trend aligns with my judgment, the rush of feeling as if I control everything is unparalleled; but just one long needle piercing in the opposite direction, and all illusions collapse, leaving only the emptiness of being precisely educated by the market. Here, patience is not a tranquil wait, but a cheetah-like tense stillness, waiting for that fatal opportunity that may only exist for a second or two.

This world has no background noise. Every tiny fluctuation is amplified by the senses: the sound of the keyboard, the sound of breathing, even my own heartbeat. The cold light of the screen reflects on my face, illuminating every clash of greed and fear deep within.

Over time, you feel a disconnect from the normal flow of time, yet find it difficult to detach from this extreme pressure and stimulation. You acquire a cold instinct for decision-making in the blink of an eye, along with a loneliness that no one can fully understand.

Someone asks, is it worth it?

I look at the screen once again experiencing a violent fluctuation without warning, and there is no answer. Perhaps we are immersed in this not entirely for that certain endpoint. Maybe it’s just for that 'one second'—to intensely feel how we are 'alive' in the gap between wealth and destruction. The K-lines continue to flicker in existence and extinction, like the unceasingly bouncing numbers of our account.
#ZRC #合约爆仓

$ZRC