Words of the Constant
WendyThe lava lost its will to burn...
WendyIt's traveled so far...
WendyDo you burn to the touch?
WendyDestruction inside doom inside catastrophe.
WendyBig enough to crush me.
WendyWeathered, like my soul.
WendyWeathered, like my soul.
WendyI believe it is an impostor.
WendyIt has endured hardship.
WendyIt has withstood much.
WendyIt has suffered.
WendyAn old stick.
WendyBroken, like my soul.
WendyWhatever hatched from it, is probably dead by now.
WendyWhy bother hatching?
WendyFragile, like my soul.
WendyAn empty house. How apropos.
WendyRusted, like my soul.
WendyMore industrious than me.
WendyI've never seen that kind of tree before.
WendyBroken, like my soul.
WendyI doubt it will ever hatch.
WendyThe tail end of doom.
WendyThe beginnings of life...
WendyI spared them the pain of hatching.
WendyA Rook? Or is it a Castle?
WendyTime erodes everything.
WendySaves my possessions. But it can't save my heart.
WendyThat would be the easy way out of this place.
WendyThe way of all things.
WendyOnly leads to disappointment.
WendyI wonder how many leagues this can convey me?
WendyUnder lock and key.
WendyIt will hold my things in the depths of its being.
WendyIt came from the recesses of a large bird.
WendyThis crushed stone is useless.
WendyEw.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyDeath becomes decoration.
WendyDeath becomes decoration.
WendyDeath becomes decoration.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyHard. Like life.
WendyDoes nothing to reassure me.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyDeath becomes decoration.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyDoes nothing to reassure me.