Look at this market, it's truly magical.

Gold took half a year to climb 50%, you sneer and say it's for old people. Silver doubled 50% in a month, you frown, thinking the gains aren't sexy enough. Platinum surged 50% in a week, you start to get a little restless. Palladium skyrocketed 50% in three days, and you haven't even reacted yet. Even tin sold by the pound on the street can have a crazy 50% move within a day.

But what about you? My steadfast Web3 believer.

Holding a few so-called "game-changing" or "next Bitcoin" altcoins, watching them plummet all the way to the core of the Earth. This year, you haven't lost to the passage of time, nor to inflation's erosion; you've simply and decisively wiped out your principal.

While others are digging for wealth secrets in the periodic table, you're searching through transaction records on blockchain explorers to find out how you lost money. A 99% drop is actually okay; the real horror is that classic spell of yours—"Wait, it will definitely rise 100 times to break even."

Wake up, friend. Even scrap metal at the recycling station now outvalues those aircoins in your account.