Bitcoin Embraces Chaos: Will It Collapse to $92K or Bounce Back? šŸ¤”

Bitcoin (BTC), that illustrious digital golden goose, is contemplating yet another dramatic swoon, with price charts gleefully lighting up in red like a feverish patient in a Moscow hospital.

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On the fateful date of February 17, the seers from Material Indicators—those traders who appear to scrutinize the crypto cosmos as if consulting Nostradamus—proclaimed on X that BTC/USD might yet dare to plunge once more.

Tick, tick, boom! The Bitcoin ā€œshakeoutā€ countdown šŸŽ¢

Confined to an unbearably dull range this month, Bitcoin watchers are on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting the cryptographic equivalent of a cannonball plunge into icy waters.

The ever-serene Material Indicators have pointed their fingers solemnly at daily moving averages (MAs), which, much like a mysterious, balding fortune teller, indicate one truth: downward we go.

ā€œListen, comrades, we’re observing Death Crosses on the Bitcoin D chart, but, lo! Bid liquidity lurks in the depths of the order book to potentially cushion the fall,ā€ proclaimed the source with the potency of a prophet in a shabby Kremlin tavern.

ā€œFireCharts illuminates $95K as local support and $92K as secondary support. A daring plummet into this abyss may be precisely what the market craves for confirmation.ā€ 🌌

BTC liquidity chart

Accompanying this proclamation, we find a vivid tableau from Material Indicators’ enchanted tools, revealing an ocean of bid intentions bubbling ominously at $95K on the Binance exchange.

But behold! Over the weekend, all except retail investors—those gallant dreamers—are retreating, shedding their BTC holdings faster than snow melts in a Petersburg spring.

ā€œPatience, comrades. Discipline is key. Know your targets. Stick to your grand plan,ā€ the oracle advised, while no doubt nursing a strong cup of tea poured from a samovar.

A ā€œdeath cross,ā€ for those unacquainted, is not a religious emblem but a chart pattern where short-term and long-term lines cross paths like two lovers destined for tragic separation. The skeptics call this a harbinger of doom, while optimists embrace the notion with the same grim humor as Russian literature itself.

Material Indicators’ co-founder Keith Alan, possibly twirling an invisible mustache, labeled the impending event a ā€œshakeoutā€ (cue dramatic violin music).

ā€œFear, my friends? What is this foreign concept? I welcome the dip as one might welcome spring after a winter of discontent!ā€ he declared with theatrical aplomb to his X disciples. 🧐

Analyst Keith Alan

Bitcoin’s realized volume takes a nap 😓

Meanwhile, in the far-off halls of Wall Street, silence reigned supreme due to the President’s Day holiday, as institutional markets snoozed in blissful apathy.

Over at QCP Capital, the brilliant minds observed while sipping their metaphorical vodka that trading volumes had dwindled to amusingly pitiful levels. Volatility, much like water in the desert, was nowhere to be found.

ā€œBTC rests comfortably in the center of her range. Implied vols languish like an indecisive Dostoevskian hero. This trend, comrades, surprises no one, given the plunge of realized volatility to 36v,ā€ QCP announced in their latest dispatch, which was likely dictated while staring forlornly into a candle’s flickering flame.

ā€œNo catalysts, no drama, no cinematic twists. All is macro-driven. BTC and equities? They remain intertwined like star-crossed lovers from neighboring villages.ā€ 🌹

Ah, but inflation, the eternal nuisance, looms large, pestering risk-asset traders with its inevitable return like a pesky ghost haunting a cursed estate.

Not to be outdone by gloom, QCP declared Bitcoin ā€œrelatively unfazedā€ by these macro worries. Open interest, too, remained low, as the market waits—with vodka in one hand and crypto rhetoric in the other—for something more substantial.

ā€œFor now, the market lounges away lazily, waiting like a figure by Chekhov, hoping for a change of weather—or perhaps the tearful return of volatility,ā€ concluded QCP, with the air of a melancholic playwright staring at Russia’s vast and endless fields. 😌

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2025-02-17 19:02