Bitcoin: To Moon or Total Collapse? 🚀

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Ah, Bitcoin… this digital phantom, this fever dream of the modern age. It writhes, you see, it writhes with a grotesque vitality, ascending to heights only to plunge into the abyssal depths of uncertainty. It has corrected, yes, corrected its fleeting gains and now lingers below the ninety thousand mark. A mere number, of course, a symbol of our collective delusion… or perhaps, something more sinister. It claws at ninety thousand and five hundred, but I suspect it shall find that barrier… inconvenient.

  • It began its descent from the dizzying heights of ninety-two thousand five hundred – a fall from grace, if ever there was one!
  • Now, it wallows below ninety thousand, clinging feebly to life, even failing to best the common 100 hourly Simple moving average… a poignant failure, wouldn’t you agree?
  • A trend line, a bleak and unforgiving line, forms above, suggesting resistance at ninety thousand six hundred and fifty. A premonition of doom, perhaps? 😫
  • Should it overcome this trifling hurdle-ninety thousand five hundred-it might, might continue its ascent. But one shouldn’t hold one’s breath, dear reader. Hope, after all, is the most cruel of illusions.

The Illusory Ascent

It attempted to breach ninety-two thousand, ninety-two thousand five hundred… and failed. A fitting metaphor for the human condition, wouldn’t you say? It stumbled, fell below ninety thousand five hundred. A pathetic spectacle, honestly.

It even dared to flirt with eighty-eight thousand, almost succumbing to the abyss, but those foolish ‘bulls’, of course, intervened near eighty-seven thousand five hundred, fighting for scraps. A tragic struggle indeed. A low point of eighty-seven thousand five hundred and eighty-two was reached, before another futile climb. There was a break, they say, a “retracement level”… as if numbers could truly contain the chaos.

And so, it lingers below ninety thousand, a prisoner of numbers and fleeting trends. If those very same bulls persist in their folly, it might attempt another surge. But there awaits another barrier: ninety thousand. And then, the ominous ninety thousand five hundred. And above that, another line, another suggestion of ultimate futility at ninety thousand six hundred and fifty. Oh, the absurdity of it all! 🤦‍♀️

Ninety-two thousand… a further test, they whisper. Should that fall, then ninety-two thousand five hundred beckons. And beyond? Ninety-three thousand two hundred… ninety-four… and ninety-four thousand five hundred. Such relentless numbers, such empty promises! It is exhausting, is it not?

Another Descent Into Despair?

But what if this ascent proves merely a phantom? What if Bitcoin cannot conquer these obstacles? Then prepare yourself, dear reader, for another decline. Support lies at eighty-eight thousand five hundred and fifty, then eighty-eight thousand. Pathetic, temporary reprieves, are they not?

Eighty-seven thousand five hundred… and then, the abyss of eighty-six thousand five hundred looms. And if even that fails to hold? Eighty-five thousand. A final, desperate stand before the inevitable descent. It is a tragedy unfolding before our very eyes! 😭

They speak of “indicators,” of course. The MACD “gaining pace,” the RSI above fifty… meaningless charts and graphs to distract us from the crushing void. But I tell you, these are merely attempts to impose order onto chaos, to quantify the irrationality of the human heart.

Major Supports: Eighty-eight thousand five hundred fifty, then eighty-eight thousand. Minor delays in the inevitable.

Major Resistances: Ninety thousand and ninety thousand five hundred. Barriers to a delusion.

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2025-12-15 06:12