Words of the Constant
It looks hungry.
That creature has seen better days.
That is probably for the best.
If anything ever looked evil, it's that.
I don't desire to rouse it.
I don't care for the new look.
Good riddance.
What an atrocious beast.
May you never wake.
How sickeningly endearing.
How sickeningly endearing.
I'm not eating that.
I'm not eating that.
How sickeningly endearing.
I'm not eating that.
I'm not eating that.
Florals. How saccharine.
I can't remember the last time I slept well.
It burns with a beautiful glow.
Ahhh. Refreshing.
Charlie... what are you planning?
The overuse of fuel was their downfall.
I'm going to have dreams about this pie nightmare.
The heart of the city is still.
It calms once more.
The pulse has no influence here.
The pulse is holding steady.
The pulse is waning.
It beats once again.
The pulse is quickening.
Good morning.
Snicker-snack!
One third of the way there...
A large growth of nitre.
Hmph. And Winona said I have no grit!
All this salt on the ground is going to ruin my shoes.
I suppose the Ancients were farmers once, before they turned to the fuel.
I have no desire to toil like a common sailor.
Hmph. I've never been one for manual lab-oar.
Careful where you're paddling, pal.
It's not in season.
Didn't think I'd ever come back here.
Disappointing.
How quaint.
I used to see quill floats like this back in England.
I used to see quill floats like this back in England.
A bit of extra flair goes a long way.
A bit of extra flair goes a long way.
It seems to be missing something.
It's made of tougher stuff.