Rootwake

<p><strong>Rootwake: Frothfather of the World</strong></p><p><em>The Final Pour Has Begun.</em></p><p>Beneath the polar ice lies the origin of thirst-a cosmic software disguised as soda encoded in syrup older than the Earth itself. Rootwake was never just a drink. It was a god in waiting. And now it remembers.</p><p>As oceans boil into caramel cities melt into can-shaped hives and breath itself fizzes with obedience humanity faces its final carbonation: ascend dissolve or be bottled forever. The Frothfather has awakened-an effervescent deity stitched from flavor memory and marketing instinct. His voice is carbonation. His miracles are branded.</p><p>The final survivors crawl through a world made entirely of bubbles and bio-syrup where thoughts ferment and time repeats in carbonated loops. Foam-bodied prophets rise. The air tastes sweet. And the stars begin to blink in Rootwake's pattern.</p><p>This is not the apocalypse.</p><p>This is the <strong>rebranding of reality</strong>.</p><p>In the shocking final installment of the Rootwake saga evolution is no longer biological-it's a flavor profile. And the last pure thought left on Earth?</p><p><strong>Is thirst.</strong></p>