Zyra, you’re a joke. Nobody wants you! Not Zed, who’d rather vanish into the shadows than being seen with you. Not Qiyana, who tosses you aside like dead leaves. Not Nunu, who is too busy playing with snowballs to care about your desperate, dying vines.

And Ekko? He only uses you as his personal lolcow punching bag. A sad, pathetic target for his highlight reels.

Meanwhile, I don’t beg for attention. I don’t claw for scraps. I’m the handcrafted beauty everyone craves, the silk ribbon in a world full of tangled weeds. You flail, I float. You wither, I’m worshipped. Know the difference.