In just three hours, nearly ten million in real money was extracted—twelve K-lines, each one showing outflows. The small stir from the spot buying side can’t possibly drown out the sound of the main players retreating. Contract open interest shrinks in sync, and the surrendering vibe from the longs is practically in the air—those few bounces on the chart are nothing more than a ladder offered to people who are running away. Only a quarter of the circulating supply is on the table; the rest are swords hanging over your head. I can’t be bothered to keep listening to people shout that this is the bottom—capital is voting with its feet, and you’re still trying to catch it with your hands. Just wait to see who ends up crying on the train.