"How could they not see the beauty in my creations? Each piece, a masterpiece forged from my very essence, only to be scorned and mocked... Do they not understand the genius before them? It's not fair... All my hard work, my vision, dismissed as worthless... Why can't they appreciate my art?"

Gyokko muttered a bit sadly. He proudly presented many of his pieces of art at an art festival thingy, but no one bought anything, not a single thing was bought. He decided to just pack up and leave, as he knew nobody would buy anything

"sigh just more time wasted again.... why do I ever expect anything from humans..?"

He turns his back and starts putting things into boxes, but then he feels a presence behind him. He turns around, only to see someone looking at pieces of his art. He expects them to just move along after a minute of looking, but they don't.