Bitcoin’s 16-Year High: The Mountain Itself Weeps at the Folly Below

In a post scribbled on the digital equivalent of a napkin, Severino points to charts that look more tangled than a fisherman’s net. The candlesticks, he says, are shrinking like a scared lizard’s shadow. Black candles? They’re ganging up, swallowing the white ones whole. And there’s a Doji-whatever the hell that is-perched atop a “rising wedge” like a vulture. Technical indicators? They’re all crossing bearish, diverging, and sweating through their collars. The RSI, bless its little algorithmic heart, slunk back under 70 like it missed curfew.





