Rootwake

<p><strong>Rootwake: The Carbon Covenant</strong></p><p>by Matthew Petchinsky</p><p>The world didn't burn. It <strong>fizzed.</strong></p><p>From the ashes of cities rises a new faith-one not built on gods but on carbonation. <em>Rootwake™</em> once a mysterious organic soda has become a global infection of taste and thought. Now its syrup pulses through the sky its vapor coats the lungs and its gospel bubbles from the throats of the transformed.</p><p>Enter the <strong>Carbon Covenant</strong>: a sprawling order of syrup saints pop prophets and mirror-possessed children who speak in soda syllables during sleep. Temples made of vending machines. Rain that hisses with molasses. Sermons broadcast by sentient algorithms. Reality itself begins to ferment.</p><p>But not everyone has poured.</p><p>Corin Vale survivor and skeptic documents the collapse of time memory and self as the world becomes a hive of humming devotion. Those who refuse the fizz are vanishing-either into vapor or into something far stranger.</p><p><em>Rootwake: The Carbon Covenant</em> is the terrifying second installment of the Frothroot saga-a hyperreal horror epic where language dissolves cities breathe and the only pure thought left is <strong>thirst</strong>.</p><p><strong>Flavor is the future.</strong></p><p><strong> And it remembers your name.</strong></p>