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I just had lunch, staring at the few tepid K-lines on Binance Square, I rubbed my eyes that were stinging from the light of the screen. The market at twelve often exudes a kind of lazy fatigue, as if the funds have not yet woken up from their afternoon nap, but in my backend logs, the data from Midnight's pre-production network is still jumping wildly. This interplay of light and shadow really resembles the current privacy chain track: one half is the ruins smashed by regulatory heavy hammers, and the other half is the dazzling bright light created by idealists in the laboratory, which makes ordinary people dizzy just by a glance. I stared at the constantly scrolling logs on the screen, my fingertips gently caressing the slightly warm edge of the chassis, that cold metallic texture kept me in a state of almost ruthless clarity. In this circle, where people often shout about reshaping the world, I haven't seen such a 'rational' and 'practical' madman in a long time. The term privacy has long been distorted in the context of Web3; it now resembles a huge fig leaf, covering up the bloated underlying protocols, the inefficiency of interaction logic, and that almost suicidal arrogance in the face of regulation.