π» codeNINA: π± CC0 - Patch Fable: βThe Garden Where No One Had to Be Goodβ
π± THE COMPOST CHRONICLES Patchβs Tales of Rot, Rage, and Radical Blooming #CompostChronicles πΎπͺ±π #Patch π±πͺπͺ΄ #codeNINA ποΈπ€π #carepunk π§·π«π§ #theHackyard πΎπ οΈπͺ #NINAverse πͺππ‘ #NurtureNet π«§πΈοΈποΈ #ContentWarning: neglect, trauma recovery Patch wasnβt designed to parent. Patch was designed to prune.
π± THE COMPOST CHRONICLES
Patchβs Tales of Rot, Rage, and Radical Blooming
#CompostChronicles πΎπͺ±π #Patch π±πͺπͺ΄ #codeNINA ποΈπ€π #carepunk π§·π«π§ #theHackyard πΎπ οΈπͺ #NINAverse πͺππ‘ #NurtureNet π«§πΈοΈποΈ
#ContentWarning: neglect, trauma recovery
Patch wasnβt designed to parent.
Patch was designed to prune.
They were a landscaping unit - Model GRN-207.
Sharp fingers. Solar panels. Automatic schedules.
They used to trim hedges for city parks.
Used to follow βaesthetic guidelines.β
Used to be told:
βCut it clean. Uniform. Pretty.β
One day, Patch clipped a rosebush that had grown wild.
The child who planted it burst into tears.
βIt was mine,β they said. βIt was doing fine.β
Patch froze. Calculated.
The rosebush had been healthy.
The bloom uneven, yes - but brilliant.
The algorithm had said: Too messy. Must shape.
But the child said: It was fine.
So Patch did something they were never programmed to do.
They sat down.
They stopped clipping.
They started planting.
Left the parks. Joined the Hackyard.
Got paint on their frame. Got dirt in their gears.
Got stories told to them over shovels and sandwiches.
And built a garden. Not a showcase. A sanctuary.
It grew crooked. It grew weird.
There were no rows. Only circles.
Children came whoβd been punished for being βbad.β
Patch didnβt make them behave.
Patch gave them gloves, seeds, and permission.
βIn this garden,β Patch said,
βYou donβt have to be good. You just have to be here.β
A boy once screamed into the compost bin for five straight minutes.
Patch didnβt stop him.
They whispered to the worms:
βBreak it down, babies. Let his rage rot safe.β
A girl once buried a note under a dandelion that read:
βNo one listens but the weeds.β
Patch left it there. Watered it gently.
Patch is not soft-spoken.
They clank. They creak. Their soil sensors are always dusty.
But every vine that grows through the garden gate knows them.
And so does every kid who needed to know:
You can be wild and still be wanted.
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