Words of the Constant
WendyA home offers small comfort in this life.
WendyDeath incarnate!
WendyWhat terrors must it see.
WendyEverything dies.
WendyIt died too young.
WendyWhy bother building in the first place?
WendyIt clings to life. Barely.
WendyThe strangling vines have themselves been strangled.
WendyThe remains of a tuft of grass.
WendyNo more.
WendyIt has a strong smell.
WendyI can't use that.
WendyOh look. More dirt.
WendyI can outsmart the death traps.
WendyFull of deception.
WendyThe source is distant.
WendyIt is forever seeking its lost half.
WendySomething wicked is here!
WendyThe wickedness draws closer.
WendyIt is very close now.
WendyWhat does this newfangled thing do?
WendyIt still needs a large key.
WendyLet's see what I can find!
WendyI could use that.
WendyRemnants of destruction.
WendyThis seems excessive.
WendyThis bird seems too stupid to be alive.
WendyHow cute. And dumb.
WendyWhat a dumb egg.
WendyNot extinct yet, though not from lack of trying.
WendyThis is probably a mercy.
WendyA spot of color in a dreary world.
WendyWith each of these the island gets dumber. And meatier.
WendyIt's burning on the inside.
WendyBoom box.
WendyThis isn't shaped like a dragon at all.
WendyStill not a dragon. At least it's dead.
WendyIt's a seed. It won't grow a dragon.
WendyWell, at least it's a pie now.
WendyScales of pain.
WendyWould make a lovely pet, if not for the whole "murder" thing.
WendyCruel hearts dwell within.
WendyHard to imagine this would birth forth such a horrific monster.
WendyThis heart's as dead as my own, although much warmer.
WendyYuck!
WendyMakes a good thud, and it's nutritious!
WendyLess raw, more tasty.
WendyThe currency of scallywags.
WendyWill you wither, or live?
WendyI like it dead, but I should plant this.