Lately, I have a feeling of "the wind has stopped" when watching the market, with orders so thin they look like paper, and the shadows reaching out to stab everywhere. When liquidity dries up, I set a rule for myself: survive first, then talk about bottom-fishing; if I can avoid reaching out, I avoid it. I’d rather miss out than get caught up as fuel. Outside, people are talking about testnet incentives, earning points, guessing whether the mainnet will issue tokens... Honestly, I’m tempted too, but the more tempted I am, the more I need to slow down—don’t treat "possible" as "certain." The market doesn’t owe me a reversal candlestick; I owe myself a clear rhythm. That’s all for now.