Words of the Constant
Oh botheration, THIS timeline again...
Oh good, a full moon!
It's a new moon. I'd best keep my wits about me...
The moon is waning.
The moon is waxing.
It would make a perfect watch crystal, if only it played nice with shadow magic.
A sharp tool makes for faster chopping!
It's not going to stay charged for long.
Jagged glass coming from the ground, what could go wrong?
Maybe I should take the glass spikes as a sign to stay away.
Now, have I seen any gems lying about?
It looks a bit like a key, doesn't it?
I never would have predicted I'd see a piece of the moon up close.
It's like a pocket-sized moon.
I wonder who made these?
They're not the best decorators, are they?
Oh wonderful, something sharp to trip on.
It's brimming with untapped potential!
Thankfully it's been designed with room for glasses underneath.
A speck of powerful possibility.
Unbridled energy.
I thought I caught one...
Somewhat bridled energy.
Shall we bridle that energy?
Nothing wrong with dabbling in strange mystical magics from time to time.
I just can't stand leaving anything unfinished.
The pieces are starting to come together.
If I could have discovered this power first... ah well, I suppose it's in the past.
I'll make better use of it than that old crab did.
It's showing me a place... is it a premonition or a memory?
I do wish it would stop with all that frightful whispering.
I think I know where it wants to go.
Can you feel that crackle of possibility in the air?
There's definitely something stuck in there. I wonder...
There's definitely something stuck in there. I wonder...
There's definitely something stuck in there. I wonder...
This isn't where it needs to be.
It feels like wheels have been set in motion...
A mutated mushroom, what could go wrong?
Why does it have to smell like old cheese?
I've got the uneasy feeling I've done this before...
Progress is slowly being made.
It's finished...
The air around it tingles with potential.
I'd better watch my step around here.
It makes a delightful little toot sound from time to time.
I guess that's just the way of things sometimes.
That's the end for this tree.
No sense waiting around for it to grow back.
It looks like it's already gone grey.