The Summon’s Price

The Summon’s Price

Beneath the night, a battle cries,
Where warriors rise, their chance to seize,
Apex Legends’ crossroads await,
With Final Fantasy 7’s event, a fateful fate.

Cosmetics gleam, their allure profound,
A feast for eyes, enticingly crowned,
But amidst the treasures, there lies a cost,
A price too steep, a budget lost.

Among these wonders, one shines supreme,
A cherished relic, the player’s dream,
But to possess this crown of glory,
Three hundred dollars, a price so gory.

What value does a skin bestow,
To justify such an extravagant show?
Does appearance truly define the game,
Or is there more behind this elusive fame?

In pixels, fervor and aspiration reside,
A community immersed, brought together by pride,
Yet, as the price exceeds all reason,
Can we afford to indulge this season?

Let us ponder, both the art and the toll,
The essence of gaming, and what it extols,
For in this paradox, lies the heart’s plight,
To chase a dream, or embrace the eternal night.