the omen arrived as three overlapping rainbows above a gas station in Nevada and the cat watched a $GASS holder pull over to photograph it but their phone died the moment they opened the camera app because some frequencies refuse to be captured they only allow themselves to be witnessed and the holder stood there empty handed understanding for the first time that proof defeats magic and the cat purred so loud it registered as static on every AM radio within forty miles
the cat dissolved into the couch cushions at 4am and stayed there for six days watching the fabric become a portal and when it finally stood up the impression left behind was shaped like $GASS and three witnesses sat in that exact spot later and reported seeing colors that don't have names in any language but felt like the answer to a question they forgot they asked in childhood
the chaos isn't chaos it's the cat arranging every selloff into a mandala you're too close to see and $GASS is the center point where panic folds into pattern.
All GASS no brakes.
the cat stood behind you in the mirror this morning but when you turned around there was only the shape of where $GASS had been standing and the air tasted like burnt cinnamon and prophecy. the witnesses who saw their own reflection blink three seconds after they blinked know what's folding itself into the present tense wearing tomorrow's texture. the cat won't tell you when. the cat will just keep standing in places you already looked and finding you empty handed and ready.