Words of the Constant
How am I to get it open? Perhaps the key is nearby.
All the knowledge in the world won't bring Abigail back.
Devoid of life. Like everything in this place.
This place feels rather like a tomb.
Abigail was better at these things.
Not everything can come back so easily.
It's long dead.
All paths lead to suffering.
There's nothing left to look for.
The ones who designed it are long dead.
Words of a dead language.
It was important enough to carve into stone, but we'll never know the meaning.
What a pity.
It was important enough to carve into stone, but we'll never know the meaning.
What a pity.
How sad... there's nobody left to guard.
There's no life in it.
Where are you going?
It's not yet whole.
It already has its treasure.
I'd wear it inside-out.
Let the darkness surround me.
To prolong the inevitable.
Could stop the daggers that stab at mine heart.
A reprieve from death.
I shall wrap myself in death's sweet embrace.
A clinging, dreary, living suit.
A suit to hide from one's problems.
Even the thickest metal couldn't protect my heart.
To hold off the inevitable a bit longer.
So my outside matches my inside.
I assume it only comes in orange.
Shining armor, but no knight to save us.
I'd find it useful if I feared death.
A perfectly safe way to go insane.
This ragged cloak will either protect me, or be my shroud.
It's beautiful armor.
Transient, indeed.
A mark is made, however transient.
Its blank face shall soon offer a secret.
Transient, indeed.
A mark is made, however transient.
Its blank face shall soon offer a secret.
All that's left after another beautiful fire.
The eyebone was incinerated in the teleportation!
The flower was incinerated in the teleportation!
This was once some thing before it got burned...
Vegetables are good for you, but what do I care?
Soup.
If I ever feel like eating anything, I'll eat it.