Words of the Constant
Planting you again would be the true cruelty.
Do you wish to return to the ground?
Do I have to carry it?
I like it dead, but I should plant this.
I like it dead, but I should plant this.
Planting it would prolong its life.
I like it dead, but I should plant this.
Grotesque.
How I envy you.
A symbol of the ugliness of this world.
Even the hideous sleep sounder than I.
Alas, she has fallen from her grotesque perch.
There's dreadfulness everywhere.
That was... unpleasant.
Spiky and smelly!
Less spiky, but even smellier!
Miraculously, the seeds don't smell.
Their bitter end protects me from the bitter cold.
But no ear...
An eel.
An eel that has been cooked.
Almost a deadly nightshade. Almost.
Cooking this nightshade made it even less deadly.
It's a nightshade seed.
It's sad and painful.
This plant doesn't want anyone to touch it.
It's hiding below.
A vessel of aquatic death.
It's burning brightly.
Used up and done for.
Everything dies.
Nature is so boring.
It's burning brightly.
Used up and done for.
Everything dies.
Its cycle of life is ending.
That's one stretchy eye.
They follow their master's every wish.
I do not know why it helps me.
I think I need to place it.
I wonder if the bamboo finds this new form agreeable?
This earth is burnt and dead.
What seeds shall I sow?
Leafy tendrils coil out of the muck.
This earth is cold and dead.
That'll make quite a draft.
Ca-caw!
M...maybe I'll doodle something... When no one's looking.
Those dumb birds sure make a speedy sail.
A crow feather, black like eternal darkness.