$COAI is again the peak liquidation.
The account feels like a hollow shell, the numbers flickering,
like a heartbeat—yet it beats in someone else's wallet.

The night is as deep as a furnace,
where the dogs are refining gold,
and I, have been turned to ash.

Time collapses before me,
K-lines rise one by one, like a divine trial tower.
I can't climb up, nor can I retreat,
I can only watch helplessly as the position burns away,
like my spiritual roots being drawn out—
not even the last breath of spiritual energy belongs to me.

I laughed.
I laughed at myself for practicing the heart technique for seven years,
in the end, losing to a second's spike.
This cultivation path is harsher than a love tribulation.

Forget it, fellow cultivators.
I am already fated not to open the contracts again.
Go for me.

Empty COAI.
Even if shattered to dust, I still want to see you win.