What a breathtaking performance on Syndra and Akali. It's just a shame that today's result came down like the Death card of the tarot. But anyone who has studied tarot knows that Death means rebirth.
From now on, don't let anything hold you back. We still have so many years ahead.
Yes. It's 2026, and as I watch you on stage, you still seem so young.
#faker
The mountain has fallen. But has it, really? Geology knows it was there, and so do all the eyes that saw it.
A mountain is eternal from the moment it exists, and a peak like you even more so.
I'll always remember how brilliantly you played tonight: the Locke in Game 1 trying to turn the tide on its own, the flawless Syndra laning in Game 2, the Ahri in Game 3 that moved like a ghost, as if you could see the whole map, and the Akali at the very end, trying to save it all.
In those final moments, I felt it wasn't something stats or replays should be allowed to cheapen. I wanted to see your face and how you carried yourself with my own eyes. So I pulled the last bit of composure out of feelings that were crumbling like a landslide, and I watched you. And I saw that your smile wasn't forced. I think you felt something close to joy, whatever it was. Then it suddenly hit me: it's because you have always loved what you do so, so much.
That's when I found peace. The difference between last year and this year is like seeing A Midsummer Night's Dream and then Hamlet. I laughed in the theater, and I cried in the theater, but a play is really about the person who wrote it. To me, you are Shakespeare: always brilliant on that stage, always giving me your best work. So once the ache of a Shakespearean tragedy fades, all that's left is quiet contentment and deep admiration for you. That last Akali: I used to think only victory could be a miracle. It isn't. You are the miracle.
Through the cheers and through the tears, I love you so much.
In the years ahead, there's no sword hanging over your head and no chains on your shoulders. Please let me keep following you. I want to witness so much more of you.
#faker
Esta vez, no te quebraste, no lloraste, no te golpeaste
Miraste la pantalla de derrota con unos ojos melancolicos
Acordandote de aquella "epoca dorada" como si no hubiese sido hace apenas 1 año
Todos estamos orgulloso de que tus estandares esten tan altos
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