Words of the Constant
It looks like it will be quite sturdy. Oh well.
Looks strong. Are we afraid to die?
I suppose I should make myself useful.
It will only prolong the inevitable.
I suppose I should make myself useful.
It will only prolong the inevitable.
I suppose I should make myself useful.
My boat is baring its teeth.
I suppose I should make myself useful.
What irreparable damage will it cause?
It's empty inside...
I have nothing that can fill the void... of this empty cannon.
A creation of destruction.
It will make a rather flimsy boat. I'll likely drown.
It's for making a boat.
I always knew the ocean floor would be my final resting place.
Will it draw me toward safety or destruction?
It looks so... silly.
Oh. I suppose it's working.
It will draw others near.
I'm left to pick up the pieces...
If only I could turn everything around so easily.
I could build a rudder, I suppose...
This one is just right. Except for the smell.
This one is too... kelpy.
This one is too soft.
This one is too hard.
An instrument of destruction.
It's far deadlier than before.
Choking hazard.
Supper looks good.
You'd be surprised how much life can be gleaned from death and bones.
It's all burned away.
How I miss my poetry books.
Bees live such short, unremarkable lives.
Will it teach me to fly away from here?
The tome to end it all...
I would not want such power.
What if we let this world fall to ash?
Poor fish, so easily murdered.
There is power in words.
Imagine, a rolling field of red flowers...
I'm not very good at keeping things alive.
We help the plants grow, only to cull them in their prime.
It won't save us from the darkness forever.
The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows...
Let the moon turn its cold gaze on us once again.
Oh... I suppose I was hoping it might involve more candles and chanting.
It looks so... boring...
What secrets lie deep in the forest?