
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Prism Bloom, Glyph 65! Born when the Arcane Fracture yeeted a shard into Utah's chillest light-garden—think Annihilation's shimmer meets a rave gone wrong. Cosmic oopsie fused crystals and daisies into this sentient glitter bomb that now vibes to dimensional static. Sigh. Yes, a sentient petal-tag judges your hyzers. Does it photosynthesize? Does it care? Find out next on "Why Am I Narrating Plastic?"
Amidst the Fracture's chaos, Prism Bloom sought a wielder. It pulsed toward Jeff Durfey—a mortal whose PDGA aura shimmered with mysterious neutrality—as he fumbled a mid-range disc. "BEHOLD!" it shrieked internally, mistaking his chili-dog-stained grip for arcane mastery. Thus Glyph 65 fused to his bag, photosynthesizing existential dread. Can this bloom tame the petal of destiny? 🌸💥