On the platform of X, where truths and falsehoods dance the tango, Gaevoy proclaims, “Never, my dear spectators, did we entertain such a farce!” And yet, the rumor mill, that tireless machine, grinds on, fueled by the anonymous scribblers of the crypto underworld. They insist, with all the conviction of a soothsayer reading chicken bones, that Wintermute seeks recompense for the wounds inflicted by Binance’s Auto-Deleveraging mechanism. Gaevoy, ever the pragmatist, dismisses it all as “nonsense,” a word that hangs in the air like a poorly timed punchline. 🤡