Words of the Constant
WendyA tiny blade-like rock.
WendyI can't quite reach it.
WendyThey are bright and cheery. Yuck.
WendyBut I am in mourning...
WendyUgh, more flowers.
WendyIt looks fragile.
WendyIt looks fragile.
WendyIt looks fragile.
WendyAt least they're better than the other flowers.
WendyIt, too, will wither and die one day.
WendyThis is the fate of all things.
WendyThat's too many eyes!
WendyLead me to the Aarnivalkea.
WendyA dead thing for me to wear. Goody.
WendyCould I get this a la mode?
WendyLife is small and short.
WendyHe's little and warty.
WendyHe's asleep.
WendyI never thought frog's legs could look so good.
WendyTorn right from the frog.
WendyDefinitely not twitching any longer.
WendyThese poisonous legs will hasten my demise.
WendyOne can only hope the poison has not left.
WendyBetter me than you.
WendyAs grotesque as life itself.
WendyI hope it has poisoned its own dreams.
WendySweet, tart and in a cup.
WendyThis came from a living creature.
WendyA cloud of death.
WendyThis hat prevents me from breathing in death.
WendyIt filters air but not despair.
WendyThe insides of a mechanical demon.
WendyIt looks so empty.
WendyThe gem has focused it.
WendyHe has risen from the grave!
WendyHe has found no respite.
WendyIt thinks only of destruction.
WendyWell aren't you a happy little fuzzball. Die.
WendyEven flowers of the night die.
WendyFlower of the night.
WendyFuzzball excrement.
WendyEven his wings are small and cheery.
WendyIts light hath been extinguished forever.
WendyA small light in a dark world.
WendyHaving dark dreams, no doubt.
WendyIf I could climb into a cocoon I would never emerge.
WendyLike life, they wear you down little by little.
WendyThey're building their own doom.
WendyI think it's curdled.
WendyEverything comes at a price.