Words of the Constant
WendyI need to show Abigail how to play.
WendyAbigail is ready to play, but she needs some space.
WendyIt was my sister's flower. She's gone far away.
WendyI can sense Abigail's presence growing stronger.
WendyAbigail is almost here!
WendyI've never much cared for metaphor.
WendyA tiny life, ensconced in brittle death.
WendyA tree will grow soon.
WendyRoasted dead.
WendyYet death still eludes me (sigh).
WendyWhy can't you just leave me be?
WendyMay your dreams be as horrid as you.
WendyWhat technological terror is this?
WendyI cut through the air!
WendyCold and hard, like my existence.
WendyIt dies so that others may live.
WendyCooked cactus.
WendyWhat is that doing here?
WendyA tiny seed, full of hope.
WendyI wonder who used to own this.
WendyIt is full of the echoes of the dead.
WendyI hear the painful echoes of the dead.
WendyThe end is nigh.
WendyLike Abigail, it has been resurrected from a deep sleep.
WendyRemnant of a doomsayer.
WendyIt lays half-dead.
WendyIt clutches at my heart.
WendyHeaded to death, like all of us.
WendyA death stomper.
WendyAn undead instrument of death.
WendyNot very attractive.
WendySigns of the beast.
WendyStill not as sweet as Abigail.
WendyThe ant creatures live out their futile existence within.
WendyShall I descend into the earth?
WendyA potion to stave off the sickness.
WendyDo you enjoy the wistful sound of bird song, Abigail?
WendyIt has a most haunting sound.
WendyGone to a better place.
WendyA creature of dirt and purpose.
WendyPerchance to dream...
WendyLooking to kill something.
WendyThe oospore of an abomination.
WendyThe mind that dwelt within is long gone.
WendyThe empty life of an aristocrat has made her irate.
WendyA gilded cage.
WendyThere are mysteries hidden within there.
WendyAs hollow as my heart.
WendyIt drips with innocence.
WendyClockwork for the end of times.