Forty-five thousand to two million six hundred thousand. Six days.

That feeling is hard to describe, like suddenly sitting in a car with the accelerator fully pressed, with no time to think about what to do next.

It started on the 2nd. DASH was at 41.38, and I casually placed a long order, just to test the market's temperature. As a result, it took me to another world—rising all the way to 43.96 before taking profit, with a 300,000 account gain. That moment felt like suddenly digging up gold on a familiar road.

I didn't get out. In the evening, after a pullback to 42.46, I entered another long. The market seems to reward those who dare to act. The price surged to 46.36, taking profit for the second time, with another 900,000 credited. The speed of the numbers jumping was so fast it was hard to keep up.

Then the trend reversed. At 46.12, I switched to a short position. The silence during that wait was more unbearable than any volatility. Until that evening, when a large bearish candle dropped, DASH plummeted to 37.81. I closed the position, adding another 1,400,000.

The market finally taught me a simple truth: whether you go long or short isn't the most important thing. What's crucial is whether you can catch each rhythm change accurately.

The screen's light still reflects on my face, and a new opportunity structure is beginning to emerge. The candlesticks are telling a story, and I happen to understand it. When the next train departs, no one knows for sure. But this train is still running, and I am ready.