Words of the Constant
Buzzards. Something off about them.
There's no time for presents, death has finally come for me!
I couldn't possibly nap. Death is nigh.
I can't sleep, there's death to be had.
The sun upsets me. I couldn't possibly sleep.
I'm not tired yet.
My stomach is as empty as my heart. I can't nap now.
My stomach is as empty as my heart. I can't sleep now.
Can someone help me down... I have a present to open.
I'd really rather be in a tent.
I'd really rather be in a tent.
Oh well.
I can't sleep if I'm not surrounded by darkness.
That'd be quite the way to go out.
Sadly, it is ablaze.
I need Abby's flower to pour it on.
I was expecting great difficulty.
Sigh. Of course.
It can't evade death forever.
It's not like I have anything better to do.
I suppose I'll just starve.
Perhaps I will be standing here forever.
Fishing is rather dull, I don't know why people enjoy it.
Ah. Predictable.
My line is too loose.
Death casts its black shadow upon us.
Just one little mistake...
Everything is falling apart. Like usual.
It won't survive these rough waters... perhaps I won't either.
You try my patience.
A wave of sadness just washed over me...?
Smells like death.
Nowhere to run... they're here.
It is buried. I wonder what will grow.
Well, I've learned a little more. Even if it won't do me any good.
It looks like I survived the journey. Oh well, there's always next time.
It's fine...
The ground shakes. Will it swallow me whole?
Not here.
Something clawing it's way back from the grave?
That's an unusual rabbit.
Got it!
A gentle creature approaches.
It has spirits to protect it...
I now possess greater knowledge of this terrible world.
Thank-you...
All done.
You'll not glimpse death today...
Your Majesty.
Your Highness.