Petroleum, when you think about it, is definitely an escaped piece of worldbuilding from a twee gothic fantasy dystopia
“The elven civilization gets energy from poisonous, flammable rock juice mined deep underground, sometimes causing earthquakes in the process. It’s slowly roasting their planet, but they keep doing it anyway to light their disposable palaces and fuel nihilistic displays of opulent wealth. Its stabler aethers are used in cosmetics rubbed upon the skin.”
Like, all it needs is a sinister glowing magenta aesthetic to be absolutely ludicrously fake
“where did it come from?”
“oh just the bodies and bones of great beasts of legend, crushed for aeons beneath mountains of stone”