In a single night, everything collapsed. The green numbers that had fueled my dreams of getting rich quick turned a deep crimson red, then vanished completely, leaving behind a short, dry message: Your position has been liquidated. In that moment, my portfolio declared total bankruptcy because of those damn futures contracts, which sell you an illusion with leverage that devours your capital in the blink of an eye.

The strange paradox isn’t the loss itself, but what happened afterward. I lost all my money, and yet I still can’t bring myself to delete the app.

There’s an invisible thread, something mysterious and intensely magnetic, pulling me toward the “Binance” platform every day. I find myself picking up my phone without thinking, opening the app, and scrolling through menus and flipping through charts, up and down, without any clear purpose.

I’m now a trader with no capital, just a “ghost” wandering through a bustling market. I watch Bitcoin and altcoin prices dance before me, analyze candlestick charts, and skillfully predict where they’re headed next—but I’m stuck on the sidelines, unable to enter the fray again.