The Devil’s Dance: Tilray’s Two-Day Waltz with Hope and Despair

One day prior, the stock had vaulted skyward with the improbable grace of a bureaucratic clerk sprouting wings – a 60% ascent fueled by the fever dreams of momentum traders and the spectral promise of federal benevolence. The cannabis sector bloomed like a midnight garden under a full moon, each leaf trembling with collective hallucination. Today’s retreat? A sobering rainstorm upon carnival-goers, though shares still cling to a 50% weekly gain – a mathematical ghost refusing to vanish.








