One Hundred Thirty-Seven Point Five, My Darlinga love song in seeds

Every new seed turns 137.508° from the last. Not 137. Not 138. That exact, irrational, stubborn number, so no two seeds ever line up and nobody gets left in the shade. Drag the dial and break its heart. Then put it back.

137.508°

Oh, there you are. Perfect. Every seed in its own light.