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##প্রথম ছিদ আমি my first loss—ডলারে নয়, দশমিকে। XEM $0.00353-এ 25.18% -এর surge-এ, 我 didn’t celebrate। 我 sat at my desk, watching the candle flicker like a pulse in an empty room.

##The Quiet Signal Volume spiked to 103 million trades—too loud for comfort. The market wasn’t moving toward profit; it was breathing into silence. That’s not volatility as an enemy—it’s the quiet signal of awakening.

##The Algorithm That Cries In snapshot two, price dipped to $0.003452 even as hype climbed. Change rate fell from 32% to 27%. My Python script whispered: ‘The higher the volume, the deeper the loneliness.’

##What Numbers Feel Like Snapshot three: \(0.002797 at 7.33%. Liquidity thinned like breath held too long before sleep. Snapshot four: \)0.002645—downward drift with no fanfare. I didn’t chase returns. I traced patterns—not trades—but tears.

##The Code Is Not Your Master They call it ‘market action.’ But what if it’s just your reflection? NEM isn’t currency—it’s a mirror for your anxiety. The numbers don’t lie—you do when you ignore them. This is why I write at night.