Words of the Constant

Brassica oleracea

Castanea

Trifolium

Cucumis sativus

ROT!

SOIL!

COMPOST!

MOLD

WHAT DOING?

TIRED

SLEEPY

WORN

THIEF!

ROBBER!

CROOK!

CHEAT!

AWAY!

HURT!

HOME!

RUN!

Oh, you found my portal did you?

Hmm. Let's try something a little more challenging, shall we?

You'd think you would have learned your lesson by now.

Well would you look at that, you survived.

One down, four to go!

What? You're still here?

Impressive. But you should probably stop while you're ahead.

Say, pal.

Turn back now, or I may have to resort to drastic measures.

You're really pushing your luck.

You insolent, pitiful, insignificant ant!

You will regret coming any further...

Do not arouse the wrath of the Great Maxwell!

Where would be the sport in that?

Who do you think allowed you to make that?

Is this what you were expecting?

Just dust. And the void. And Them.

I've learned so much since then. I've built so much.

But even a King is bound to the board.

You can't change the rules of the game.

I don't know what they want. They... they just watch.

Unless you get too close. Then...

Well, there's a reason I stay so dapper.

What year is it out there? Time moves differently here.

Go on, stay a while. Keep us company.

Or put the key in the box. It's your decision.

Forgive me if I don't get up.

Either way, you're just delaying the inevitable.

Reality is like that, sometimes.

I think I've said enough.