Words of the Constant
It burns, for now.
Its warmth and light were fleeting.
It is close to giving up, just like me.
Decay will surely come for my ships now.
It wards off the inevitable decay.
I can now hire protection, but why bother.
Contains unreachable shiny things.
Life, or at least the promise of it.
I toasted their life away.
Another implement for staving off the inevitable decay.
Yikes.
It's tasted a mortal escape. I'll be tasting it.
I could see myself growing old with a houseful of these.
I smell... kitty litter?
A sizable sandpile.
It won't be needing this anymore.
No one's breathing through these now.
Chic, yet fearsome.
Terror of the sea!
Can it shear my heart?
Pointless.
Pointless.
Pointless.
Pointless and ugly.
Pointless and ugly.
Pointless and slanted.
Pointless and confusing.
Pointless and fragile.
Pointless.
Pointless.
Pointless.
Pointless and ugly.
Pointless and ugly.
Pointless.
Pointless and permanent.
Pointless.
Pointless and ugly.
Pointless.
Pointless.
Pointless.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Onward to the next adventure.
What terrible secrets might I uncover?
A preview of the fires of Hell.
A siesta is but a preview of death.
So slippery and fine.
I envy your escape.
I was so, so close.
It shall contain my memento mori.
Ah, this seems a sensible test of fate.