On Binance, as always, it is dark and cold. It is difficult for ordinary people to find warmth and comfort here. Only sometimes does one of the passers-by offer you hot coffee ☕️ from a thermos and a couple of phrases about a bright future.

But even such a little thing warms a person’s soul more than a duvet in an unloved bed with an unloved person. Anyone who has walked around Binance usually already knows that the streets here are poorly lit and sometimes you can easily get lost. The light on Binance is usually on for those who play here dishonestly and for big money. An ordinary person has to use a flashlight 🔦 to view the street or a product counter. The darkness usually hides all the shortcomings, which you later find out about with great regret. The main thing is to reach the end. The end that no one has ever seen, but everyone knows it exists.