Words of the Constant
They're rebuilding, it seems.
It's bursting with potential.
Red brings fire.
Not having a light would certainly be unlucky.
I forget what this one does.
Kind of bitter.
It's a red mushroom.
It'll have to come back for it.
It's all used up.
Oops.
There's wind in them there willows.
No more tubes.
Those reeds could be cut.
Safety before dapperness.
Just bits and pieces of rock.
Remnants of an extinct civilization.
Someone might desire this.
Looks like a drowned man.
This might catch a pretty penny.
I suppose I'll have to fish it out.
Where's the rest of the face?
Must I get my hands dirty?
Looks regal.
It's absurd what passes as valuable around here.
The fire learned how to burn it down.
I can't believe I forgot how to build those things.
Flames have swallowed it whole.
It unlocks recipes of middling utility.
Research complete.
This is where I do my own personal research.
It was too hot to handle.
Quite a dapper machine.
There are watery mysteries to be unlocked yet.
I won't be using it any longer.
I'm not above using this.
There's a story behind that...
The redbird comes from the fire lands.
Silence, bird!
I don't recognize that one.
Quiet, you.
Better it than me.
It's a rock.
Hmmm. Now what do I do with them?
I banished these guys for a reason.
It's a rock.
That robot certainly leaves a mark.
I can't help but admire the natural formations.
What will this unearth?
I could get a chip of ice off the old block.
It's just a puddle.