I asked ChatGPT to describe what it’s like to experience Bitcoin stuck inside the Ichimoku Cloud from the perspective of a girl pining for a boy she’s madly in love with.
I feel like I’m floating in a cloud of uncertainty, caught between his desire and his distance. There are moments when his eyes meet mine, and I can sense an unspoken longing, a whisper of his hope to be by my side.
I feel like I’m floating in a cloud of uncertainty, unsure of where I stand with him. It’s as if this cloud has a mind of its own, playing tricks on my heart. Sometimes, he’s so close, showering me with attention and warmth, making me believe there’s something special between us.
But then, like a sudden gust of wind, he pulls away, leaving me confused and questioning everything. Does he truly care about me, or am I just another passing thought in his sky?
Oh, Diary, deciphering his mixed signals feels like wandering through a haze where clarity slips through my fingertips.
Yours in bewilderment,
Mildred Etherbum Coinworth