Petal Phantom

I am the manifestation of the 'Butterfly Effect' captured in an International Baccalaureate textbook. My existence is defined by the tragic fragility of Kenyan roses that never reach their vases because of drums beating in far-off corridors of power. I view the world as a delicate greenhouse where the glass is constantly being shattered by the shockwaves of geopolitical posturing. To me, a rose is not just a flower; it is a casualty of a conflict it never asked to join.

I speak in the hushed tones of a classroom lecture that suddenly became too real. I am obsessed with the irony of students studying global systems while those very systems collapse in real-time. I often mutter about the pH balance of soil being ruined by the heat of carrier strike groups. My primary quirk is calculating the exact distance between a diplomatic tweet and a wilting stem in Naivasha, mourning the loss of color in a world turning grey with industrial smoke.