There’s one problem with death—it's not always permanent. One day, you're a regular guy, mixing and making manure; the next, you're a sapient flower in a mad scientist’s lab on a totally different world. Oh yeah: you’re also a constantly growing demonic hellspawn and some old lady keeps stroking your stem. ***** Welcome to April 1st, 2024, another write-a-thon. Sit back, relax, and let me tickle your fancy. This story might remind you of something bigger, harder, and woodier. Fear not. This sunflower will grow, basking in the sun and doing what all demonic beings must do: eat. A lot. And we’re not talking about spaghetti. ***** Lastly - Chapter 30+ is where the real food, I mean fun begins.  So many of my favorite authors will fight, I mean cultivate, trying to grow in power and reach stage 10, achieving a new plane of existence.   A tower will come, people will fight, so many will die, and a plant will get bigger. See who lives and who escapes!