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Survivor

Ornamentation is pointless.

Ornamentation is pointless.

Square Throw Rug

Ornamentation is pointless.

Ornamentation is pointless.

Does nothing to reassure me.

Does nothing to reassure me.

Abigail would've loved this crown.

Thulecite Crown

I hold the power of the ancients in my hands.

A pile of broken dreams.

I'm only taking back what's mine.

As if it wasn't already burdened by the yoke of life...

Too much whimsy gives me indigestion.

Glossamer Saddle

Oh, how we bend creatures to our ill intent.

Harness the wind and fly to... nowhere.

It's... a stick.

The beasts crave it...

I wonder if the sand knows of its own insignificance?

They hold back ruin. For a time...

Dense and heavy.

A bag of dirt I can carry.

Looks like a back injury waiting to happen.

This looks impermanent.

Its beauty will undoubtedly succumb to the tide.

If only molding the sands of time were so easy.

It's calling to me.

Even this obelisk has left me.

Consigned to the flames.

It's trying to grow up.

Maybe next time, sapling.

The oppressive heat got to this one.

The flame has cleansed this poor wretched soul.

You had no purpose in life.

One sting and it could be over.

I wish you horrid nightmares.

A sea once teeming with life. No more.

The scavengers of land and sea.

As if it weren't bad enough that they foul the air.

It slows the rot and decay.

Whatever used to live in this is probably dead now.

She sells seashells... oh, what's the point.

Come, creatures of the sea! Enjoy a lovely snack!

Even the sea is infested by weeds.

Better, but it's still a weed.

Roasted Seaweed

It keeps longer like this. Tastes better too.

A hearty weed.

They desire a watery grave.

It will soon be snuffed out.

Buoyant Chiminea

Afloat upon its own demise.

Buoyant Chiminea

A healthy fire rages within.

Buoyant Chiminea

It tenuously clings to this world.

Buoyant Chiminea