When manmade Ragnarök swallowed Thunder and ate Old One-Eyed, the Trickster turned into Oil and Gold Alchemist Almighty. For centuries, belief was his. Homo sapiens prayed him Supreme. By the end of his first era, OG2A was calculated profit from oil-filled bladder to gold-stiffed hair tips. Then his absolute math began to wane… OG2A ran to his lab, filled five beakers with himself, and “Thank me, all is well!” until the fifth… He tried and tried and the results couldn’t be fixed: all seemingly complex equations remained true, but the most basic two plus two (defied him) and equaled almost four blooms.
alchemy of trees;
belief turns oil into gold…
Nature’s chaos rose
“Unsubmissive Plant”, by Remedios Varo