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.