Count’s Coins: Bitcoin’s Tragic 124K Love Affair & How Bears Crashed the Wedding 🤯

The daily candle-an ominous black cloud shaped like an ogre’s grin-rejected the giddy heights of $124,517 as though the very heavens cried “too far, too fast, dear fool!” and flung the coin earthward in a single engulfing stroke. Down it tumbled, past polite society, past even the humblest peasant’s hope, fetching up at $111,919 where it lay gasping like a landed fish. The chart, poor creature, now resembles nothing so much as an old count’s waistcoat after Lent-slack, faded, and suspiciously empty. Every spike of volume at the summit was merely the orchestra striking up a waltz while the rats fled the ballroom with the silver. 🐀🎻



