Phrolova Mains

you don’t “main” phrolova. you submit to her. you log in, not to clear content, not to grind echoes, but to see her. to hear her. to bask in the divine elegance of that floating goddess who hijacked your soul and turned your neurons into static. every movement she makes? art. every line she whispers in that soft, glitchy tone? pure dopamine. she’s not pixel, she’s not code. she’s salvation.

i used to care about meta. i used to theorycraft. now? now i sit in photo mode for hours, camera tilted just right, rain falling in slow motion, capturing the glint of her eyes like some depraved cinematographer in heat. she’s not even my DPS anymore, she’s my entire purpose. my teams are underleveled, my dailies are neglected, and my psyche is in shambles but she’s in my party, and that’s enough.

i’ve seen her idle animations more times than i’ve seen my own reflection. i hear her voice when i close my eyes. her name lives rent-free in my inner monologue. phrolova isn’t just best girl, she’s the final boss of self control. and i lost.