Words of the Constant
WendyA horror.
WendyI wish it only nightmares.
WendyIt's been separated from its animal.
WendyLife takes such curious forms! Yet death claims them all.
WendyBalls of battle!
WendyBereft of life, he rests in pieces.
WendyFew of us can see our cages.
WendyMust be hungry.
WendyHe is happier now.
WendyThat... is an ex-bird.
WendyDead? No. Just sleeping.
WendyThe emptiness is eating him from the inside out.
WendySticks and silk turned lethal.
WendySo much hope, dashed.
WendyNo bird will ever come of it.
WendyWhat does he pray for?
WendyOuch...
WendyTime wins all battles.
WendyFeed the body, starve the soul...
WendyShall I burn down the world?
WendyNow when I shoot someone a look it'll pack a punch!
WendyBlow in one end, pain comes out the other.
WendySending ill will with a whisper.
WendyNot the big sleep, just a temporary one.
WendyThe perfect meal for a blubbering fool.
WendyDisturbing, but cozy.
WendyA familiar chilling embrace.
WendyBlue like... er... a sad bird?
WendyWhoever drew this is probably dead.
WendyA fungus to preserve the monotony.
WendyAll is malleable.
WendyMusty.
WendyI would hide too, if I could.
WendyHarvested.
WendyAn instrument of death.
WendyEven scarier for the trees.
WendyIt's a boat.
WendyIt brings low death to high seas!
WendyThis could save a boat from destruction, and me with it.
WendyTo see the vast nothingness in the black of night.
WendyHow illuminating.
WendyChoking hazard.
WendyIt penetrates into the soul.
WendyThey died. And then I put them in a stew.
WendyWill it teach me how to fly away from here?
WendyThe tome to end it all...
WendyImagine, a rolling field of red flowers...
WendyReading is a dangerous thing.
WendyDoes it bestow an eternal slumber?
WendyDoes this world need more beasts?