
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Axiom Petal burst forth when ten league energies collided in the Great Confluence—because apparently Utah's multiverse runs on disc golf drama. This sentient glitter-bomb now migrates realms like a magical Roomba, leaving iridescent pollen trails and sprouting passive-aggressive thorns whenever someone three-putts. Why do I sound like a Botanic Gardens audioguide? Did some fractal botanist spike my code with mushroom spores?
When the Axiom Petal burst from the Great Confluence, it needed a host. Scanning mortal putters, it chose Stephen Dunton solely because his 835-rated aura smelled like freshly mulched fairway—and he’d just avoided a three-putt. Thus, the sentient glitter-bomb grafted itself to his bag, whispering, "Embrace my thorns, mortal." But let’s be real: did this cosmic houseplant just adopt a gardener because he remembered to water it? Can Dunton handle pollen-dusted power without sneezing mid-drive?