Gassy Duo | SSSC Contest 26 | F027

GreenEldritchGardens 8 days later and the plants continue the battle of life. #2 (the battered one) was the first to raise from the soil and open up, now is the longest and strongest of them. #1 (the fat one)was the second, but still looks short, besides looks healthy. #5 (the one) also super healthy and the third to open, second biggest plant so far. The plant #3 (the peculiar one) ha difficulty setting it's roots, now after help she does no open and is stunted. Maybe she will recover but I'll say she has 50/50 chance. The decision is taken: No eliminations today

GreenEldritchGardens The second week brought clarity to the garden. What began as a hopeful lineup is now taking shape, with each plant revealing its character. Plant #3 (The white one), was eliminated. Even though she survived, was way behind the others so she was carefully put in another dimension. Plant #2 (the battered one) is still in the lead. It’s the most vigorous of the group, stretching confidently upward with more developed leaves and a noticeable head start. Its energy is undeniable — a strong contender from the beginning, now setting the pace. Plant #1 (the fat one) continues to perform steadily. Compact but healthy, it’s developing well and holding its ground with consistent growth. There’s a quiet strength in it — nothing flashy, just reliable progress. Plant #5 (the one. Aka the red one) is becoming more interesting by the day. Its reddish main stem gives it a distinct personality, and despite starting slightly later, it has caught up impressively. It now stands alongside #1, matching its level and showing promising development. Plant #3... Letting it go was part of the process. Who will be the gassy one? The one with most funk and fuel ⛽?

GreenEldritchGardens The garden no longer felt silent. By the third week, something had changed within the chamber of Eldritch Gardens. The air itself had grown heavier, thick with the scent of wet soil, metal clinking and engines humming, and the strange metallic warmth of the LED suns now hanging above the seedlings like artificial stars. The plants had begun to reveal their true nature. Plant #2 "The Battered One" continued its relentless ascent though scarred from its earliest days, it now stood as the undeniable leader of the trial. Its third node had fully formed, while the fourth was already emerging from the green flesh like a forbidden geometric pattern unfolding too quickly for mortal understanding. A pale white mark appeared upon one of its leaves, subtle but impossible to ignore. The stem beneath glowed faintly red under the false light, as though some hidden imbalance stirred in its veins. CalMag deficiency, perhaps… or perhaps merely the first sign that the plant was adapting to powers never meant for earthly biology. Plant #1 "The Fat One" followed close behind. Compact, dense, and unwavering, it had become the second pillar of the garden. Its growth was disciplined rather than explosive, like an ancient creature conserving strength beneath the ocean floor before awakening. Then there was Plant #5 "The Red One". At first overlooked, it had begun whispering its presence through crimson-colored stems and surprisingly aggressive development. Though currently third in rank, it was no weakling. The red pigmentation spread upward through its structure like blood through veins, perhaps a reaction to the transition from natural sunlight to the cold cosmic glare of LED illumination. Or perhaps the plant remembered another sun. Its pace now nearly mirrored the others, refusing extinction, refusing insignificance. For this was the final week before transplantation. Beyond the chamber waited larger vessels, richer nutrients, and unrestricted expansion. The true phase of growth was approaching...

GreenEldritchGardens The roots had begun to demand more. No longer content within their smaller vessels, the chosen plants of Eldritch Gardens were transferred into greater chambers, black containers vast enough to house the expanding hunger beneath the soil. Plant #1 — The Fat One — emerged as the largest presence within the garden. Broad, vigorous, and deeply rooted in its new domain, it stood like some ancient green monolith beneath the false sun. Plant #2 — The Battered One — continued its unnatural ascent through the ranks of growth. Node after node unfolded with terrifying efficiency, each new layer arriving before the others. The crimson coloration remained. The pale markings upon certain leaves lingered like cryptic symbols written in chlorophyll and flesh. Perhaps the LEDs demanded a price. Plant #5 — The Red One — Though still alive and developing, Yellow hues now crept softly through parts of the foliage, subtle as old parchment aging beneath candlelight. The red stems deepened further, veins illuminated beneath the cold LED glow like blood beneath translucent skin.

GreenEldritchGardens Plant #1 — The Fat One — had become immense beneath the LED constellations. Massive fan leaves stretched outward like ancient green sigils, broad enough to cast shadows across the chamber floor. Its vigor remained undeniable, yet the lower leaves had begun to whisper subtle warnings. Plant #2 — The Battered One — continued its relentless march of development. Though its leaves were not as enormous as those of Plant #1, its structure had become increasingly refined. Node spacing, branch formation, and vertical growth all unfolded with unnatural precision, like geometry designed by forces older than mankind. Plant #5 — The Red One. After the expansion into larger pots, its focus shifted. No longer obsessed with vertical growth, it began channeling energy outward into branching structures, quietly weaving a wider skeletal form beneath the lights. Though still the slowest overall, it seemed to be building something hidden within its architecture. For next week, the cycle changes. The false suns shall soon obey the sacred rhythm of 12 hours light… 12 hours darkness. And with that transition, the true flowering ritual begins.

GreenEldritchGardens The false suns of Eldritch Gardens now obey the sacred rhythm of twelve hours of illumination and twelve hours of darkness. The long vegetative era has ended. The great stretch has begun. Also the nutrient line changed, changing the composition of the Bio feeding. Plant #1 — The Fat One — remains the undisputed giant of the chamber. Reaching 46 centimeters in height, it stands like an emerald monument beneath the LED constellations. Massive fan leaves spread outward in every direction. Its branches have thickened into sturdy green pillars capable of supporting whatever burdens the flowering season may soon impose. Among all the chosen, this specimen continues to inspire the greatest awe. Plant #2 — The Battered One — pursues a different destiny. Where Plant #1 dominates through scale, Plant #2 conquers through complexity. Its growth remains remarkably bushy, filling every available space within the garden with a dense network of branches and future flowering sites. Though it consumes less water than its larger rival, its development remains extraordinary. Plant #5 — The Red One — continues to be the smallest of the three. Its leaves remain modest in size, but its architecture is exceptional. Every branch appears carefully placed, creating a structure both elegant and efficient. While others chase mass and volume, Plant #5 appears focused on balance.

GreenEldritchGardens Extreme gas. Sharp fuel. Cat piss. Permanent marker funk? The fragrance is no longer a whisper. It a proclamation. Plant #1 — The Fat One — has entered a phase of growth so aggressive that even the ancient watchers of the garden might pause in admiration. Reaching an astonishing height of 75 centimeters, it has become a living monument of stem, leaf, and emerging floral intent. The stretch has been extraordinary. What was once merely the largest specimen now dominates through both mass and elevation. Thick branches spread outward like the limbs of an ancient forest god, while enormous leaves continue to harvest the artificial starlight with relentless efficiency. Plant #2 — The Battered One — remains close behind, pursuing a different but equally impressive destiny. Though it has not reached the towering height of its larger rival, its structure has become astonishingly dense. Branches emerge from every available space, weaving together into a bushy labyrinth of foliage and future flowering sites. Where Plant #1 seeks the sky, Plant #2 seeks dominion. Plant #5 — The Red One. For the first time since its selection, signs of struggle have become difficult to ignore. Overshadowed by its larger siblings, it finds itself competing beneath an increasingly crowded canopy. Its leaves have taken on a lighter green coloration, whispering of deficiencies and unmet needs. Though still alive and developing, its growth has slowed compared to the dominant pair.

GreenEldritchGardens The great stretch has ended. The frantic upward race that consumed the garden for weeks has finally subsided. No longer do they seek the heavens above. Their energies have turned inward, toward the ancient purpose hidden within their genetics. The pots empty with alarming speed. Day after day, the roots draw vast quantities of water from the darkness below, feeding a process that seems almost unnatural in its intensity. The soil rarely remains moist for long before being drained by the relentless thirst of the garden. Plant #1 — The Fat One — remains a magnificent specimen. Its tremendous stretch has given way to expansion, transforming it into a broad and imposing presence beneath the false suns. Massive branches now support swelling clusters of flowers that seem to grow larger with each passing cycle. Plant #2 — The Battered One — has quietly claimed dominance through sheer volume. Now the tallest inhabitant of the chamber, it has become the largest overall presence within Eldritch Gardens. Its naturally bushy structure has transformed into a sprawling kingdom of flowering sites, each branch crowned with developing clusters. Then there is Plant #5. The strange one. The mutant. While its companions pursue conventional paths toward abundance, Plant #5 continues to reveal peculiar characteristics that defy expectation. Its leaves remain noticeably lighter in color than the others, carrying hints of deficiency despite every effort to satisfy its needs. Every corner is occupied. Every beam of light contested.

GreenEldritchGardens Week IX — The Trial of Fire A big heat storm has descended upon Eldritch Gardens. For this week, the chamber has endured an oppressive wave of warmth and humidity. The air hangs heavy beneath the false suns. Moisture lingers where it should not. The fans labor endlessly against the thick atmosphere, yet the garden persists. Plant #1 — The Fat One — Colas swell across its sprawling structure like great green towers rising from an eldritch city. Everywhere the eye wanders, new clusters emerge, stacking upon one another in formations of almost absurd density. The buds are becoming enormous. The resin thickens. The promise grows heavier by the day. And its fragrance has evolved into something magnificent. The sharp gas that once dominated now mingles with rich notes of fruit, creating an intoxicating combination that drifts through the chamber. Beneath it all lurks a peculiar marker-like sharpness, a scent reminiscent of permanent ink and strange chemistry. Plant #2 — The Battered One --Though Plant #1 commands attention through sheer mass, Plant #2 reaches higher into the artificial heavens, its towering structure crowned with beautifully formed colas that continue to stack with remarkable consistency. Every branch seems determined to become a flowering spear aimed toward the false stars above. Its scent is simpler. More direct. Pure diesel. An aroma so aggressive and unmistakable that it announces its presence long before the plant itself comes into view. Plant #5 — The Red One. The mutant. The mystery. While the others settled into their flowering forms, Plant #5 delivered one final surprise. During the third week of bloom, it unleashed a dramatic stretch, surging upward with unexpected determination until it nearly matched its larger companions in height. No longer dwarfed. No longer forgotten. Its fragrance follows the diesel lineage of the garden, yet carries a sweeter undertone that softens the harsh edges of fuel and transforms it into something more exotic. Yet its peculiarities remain. Flowers continue to emerge from improbable places. Buds appear where leaves should dominate. Certain formations seem almost confused, as though the plant follows a biological script written by a different author than the others. The mutations persists. And strangely, that only deepens its charm. The garden now stands at a fascinating crossroads. The stretch is over. The architecture has been built. The battle for space has already been won. Now comes the era of swelling flowers. The era of resin. The era of aroma. The heat wave may challenge the chamber, but the chosen three continue their work undeterred. Their roots drink relentlessly. Their flowers expand daily. Their scents mingle into a thick cloud of fruit, gas, diesel, sweetness, and strange chemical whispers. And from somewhere beyond the humming fans and shimmering LEDs, the ancient god watches patiently as the harvest slowly reveals the secrets hidden within The Gassy One.

GreenEldritchGardens *hi!, because some health issues I was not able to take more videos. Next week will post more. -------------------------------------------------------------- Week X — The Calm Before the Harvest The great wave of scorching air that sought to test the resolve of Eldritch Gardens has finally retreated, leaving behind neither ruin nor surrender. Against overwhelming warmth and suffocating humidity, the chosen three endured. Every corner is occupied by dense foliage and swelling flowers. The fans whisper continuously through a forest of resinous branches, while the air grows ever richer with layers of fuel, fruit, sweetness, and hidden complexity. Opening the tent feels less like inspecting a garden and more like disturbing an ancient temple whose incense has burned for centuries. The chosen three have survived selection, transplantation, the endless stretch, and the great heat. Now they stand together beneath the false constellations, quietly preparing for the final weeks that will reveal the full promise hidden within their ancient genetics. For he knows what every cultivator eventually learns... Patience is the final nutrient.

GreenEldritchGardens This week, such a decision could no longer be delayed. Plant #5 — The Red One — has departed the garden. She is eliminated. For many weeks, it remained the strangest of the chosen. Its curious mutations, pale foliage, and impossible floral formations made it a source of endless fascination. It never resembled its sisters truly. Following the great heat wave, something within the organism changed. Its thirst vanished. While the others continued to draw deeply from the soil each day, Plant #5 scarcely drank at all. The once-promising aroma faded into silence, leaving behind only a faint memory of the sweet diesel whispers that had once filled the chamber. Even the resin told its own story. Compared to its companions, the trichomes lagged behind, as though time itself had slowed within its flowers. The final transformation never truly began. The garden had spoken. The decision was not made in disappointment, but in understanding. As the remaining giants expanded, the chamber demanded more air, more space, and greater circulation to protect the swelling flowers from the unseen dangers that thrive in stagnant warmth. Every branch mattered. Every current of moving air became sacred. There was no longer room for hesitation. So The Red One was returned to the darkness. Now only two remain. Plant #1 — The Fat One — continues to swell with astonishing determination, its colossal colas growing denser by the day beneath a shimmering coat of resin. The fragrance has become richer still, an intoxicating union of ripe fruit, pungent gas, and strange chemical notes that linger long after the chamber is closed. Beside it stands Plant #2 — The Battered One — unwavering and formidable. Towering over the garden with its dense architecture and unmistakable diesel perfume, it has become a monument to resilience, its flowers stacking relentlessly as the harvest draws near. The chamber feels different now. Quieter. More focused. The remaining two have inherited the space once occupied by their fallen companion, allowing fresh currents of air to move freely through the canopy. Light reaches deeper. The flowers breathe more easily.

GreenEldritchGardens Week XII — The False Ending One believes the end is near. The calendar whispers of harvest. The bottles grow lighter. The ritual of flushing has begun. And yet... The garden speaks a different truth. The flowers are not finished an we will go with flower week 9 or even 10. Plant #1 — The Fat One — has become a magnificent relic of the ancient bloom. Its towering colas are now cloaked beneath an ever-thickening frost of trichomes, each crystal shimmering beneath the false suns like fragments of frozen starlight. Resin gathers upon every surface, transforming the flowers into glittering monuments of the eldritch harvest. Gas remains its foundation, but it is now enveloped by rich waves of ripe fruit that drift through the chamber with astonishing force. Every opening of the tent releases an aroma so potent that it lingers long after the doors are sealed once more. Plant #2 — The Battered One — continues its own relentless march toward maturity. Though it carries fewer trichomes than its towering companion, its flowers continue to swell with quiet determination. The structure remains exceptional, the colas thick and purposeful, standing proudly beneath the LEDs. Pure gas. Raw diesel. Yet this week has brought another realization. Perhaps I have listened too closely to the calendar... and not closely enough to the plants. The flushing ritual may have begun before the garden itself was ready. Though the weeks suggest the journey nears its conclusion, the flowers continue to mature with unmistakable determination. The trichomes still evolve. The calyxes continue to swell. The chosen two seem unwilling to surrender their final secrets. Perhaps the flowering ritual will demand another week. Perhaps what I believed to be the end is merely another threshold. So the ancient patience must return.

GreenEldritchGardens Week VIII — The Golden Fade Another week has passed beneath the false constellations of Eldritch Gardens, and the garden has begun to wear the colors of its final transformation. The vibrant emerald that once filled the chamber slowly surrenders to shades of gold, amber, and pale lime, as each leaf offers the last of its strength to the flowers above. Flush started too early but it does not matter anymore. Plant #1 — The Fat One — has become a breathtaking monument to abundance. Every branch now carries dense, swelling colas wrapped in an ever-thickening coat of crystal. Trichomes spread across the flowers like frozen stars scattered upon ancient stone, glistening beneath the humming LEDs with every passing day. Its aroma has become nothing short of intoxicating. An overwhelming tide of pungent gas collides with vibrant notes of ripe fruit, creating a fragrance so rich that every opening of the tent feels like disturbing the seal of a forgotten temple. Hidden beneath the sweetness lingers that unmistakable chemical edge, sharp and mysterious, hinting at the powerful genetics awakening within. Plant #2 — The Battered One — continues its quiet conquest. Its towering structure remains firm, its flowers stacking with remarkable symmetry while resin slowly overtakes each calyx. Though less extravagant in fruit than its sister, its identity has become unmistakable. Pure diesel. Raw fuel. The scent is bold, uncompromising, and impossible to mistake. It fills the chamber with the aroma of ancient engines and forgotten roads, as though some impossible machine beneath the sea has begun to breathe once more. Together, the two remaining queens have transformed the grow chamber into a cathedral of resin. The leaves continue to yellow, one after another, surrendering their stored energy to the swelling flowers before quietly falling away. There is no sadness in this sacrifice. Every fading fan leaf becomes another offering to the harvest yet to come. This week also brings an important realization. The calendar claims the eighth week of flowering has arrived, yet the plants whisper another story. Beneath the microscope, the trichomes reveal their true intentions. Most gland heads have turned beautifully milky. A handful remain crystal clear, while only the rarest few have begun to glow amber beneath the lens. Perhaps the flushing began too soon. Perhaps these ancient genetics demand another week—or even two—to reveal their fullest potential. The flowers continue to harden. The aromas deepen with every passing day. Nature refuses to be hurried. So the ancient virtue returns once more. Patience. If the garden asks for a ninth week... Then a ninth week it shall receive.