Bah. So, the glittering promises of Ethereum-they tickled the sky, did they? Soared to near five thousand, a dizzying height for fools and dreamers. 🙄 And what now? A tumble, a fall, a graceless descent. They called it a correction. Correction! As if the market, that monstrous beast, adheres to politeness. It’s a gutting, I tell you, a systematic emptying of pockets. Like a pickpocket with algorithms, it’s taken a chunk, left us staring at numbers shrinking faster than a worker’s rations.
- First, a climb, a boastful climb. A fleeting glimpse of paradise.
- Then, the inevitable. Below forty-five hundred it went, crawling like a disgraced dog.
- A line, they draw a line. A ‘bearish trend line’ they call it. As if a line will hold back a stampede. Hmph.
- Unless… unless it doesn’t fall further. A gamble. Always a gamble. Below forty-two fifty and it’s truly a bottomless pit.
The Price of Illusions
Ethereum, unlike that stubborn mule Bitcoin, at least *pretended* to rise. To actually go somewhere. But the bears, ah, the bears! They smelled weakness. Like wolves to a wounded beast. Below forty-eight hundred, below forty-seven fifty… each fall a little gasp of despair. Fib retracements, moving averages – the priests of this digital temple muttering incantations but unable to stop the flood. It dipped below the sacred 50% mark, like a sinner cast down from grace. And that line, that cursed line at four thousand five hundred ten…a flimsy barricade against the tide.
Below forty-five fifty it wallows, beaten and bruised. They speak of resistance at forty-five hundred. Resistance! As if the market cares for resistance. It’ll smash through it like a drunk through a saloon door. And then, perhaps, another push to forty-seven fifty. More gains, they whisper. Lies, all lies. A temporary reprieve before the next, and greater, collapse.
They dare to hope for fifty thousand. Fifty *thousand*! The audacity of men. They build castles on sand, these speculators. A momentary rise above forty-six twenty, and they’ll be dreaming of riches. Pathetic. It’ll hit forty-eight eighty, then fifty, then… snap. It will snap. 🤪
The Descent Continues?
Fails to climb? Shocking! They should have seen it coming. Below forty-five fifty it goes. Support at forty-three fifty, they say. A phantom support. A mirage in the desert of loss. Then, forty-two eighty, seventy-six point four percent… meaningless numbers in a meaningless game. A break below forty-two eighty… and the wolves will feast. Down to forty-one fifty, then forty-one twenty. Next stop, the abyss.
They babble of indicators. MACD losing steam, RSI sinking into the mire. As if a machine can feel the creeping dread. It is not the indicators that dictate fate, but the cold, heartless logic of profit and ruin.
Support: Forty-two eighty. A pathetic scrap of hope.
Resistance: Forty-five fifty. A futile dream.
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