Words of the Constant
Such a simple thing, but somehow watching it makes my heart lighter.
I suppose I should try to be useful...
I doubt those eggs will ever hatch.
I suppose I should try to be useful...
Oh. It's a little wooden statue.
Here it shall rest, forever.
The colors are so cheery, yet I don't despise it. How odd.
What secrets does it hide?
What secrets does it hide?
What secrets does it hide?
It can't hold back the darkness forever.
I suppose I should try to be useful...
A small reminder of... a nice day.
I suppose I should try to be useful...
Oh. There really is corn in it...
At least they're not real worms.
Can I... help set up the carnival?
It's a little door.
It wants something first... something shiny.
What a funny game.
It never chooses where it goes. Few things do.
This will do the job.
What should we do, Abigail?
We all start somewhere.
Not for the faint of heart.
Somewhere in between... just like me.
A lifeless likeness.
I love the wind, but not while I'm putting.
So that the ball doesn't escape.
I've known down more than up.
It exists to interfere.
Gravity remains inevitable.
Will the ball end up in a better place?
Aww cute, it's like a mini abyss.
Let's put the end further away...
Nothing in life is free.
The course is incomplete. Like me.
The price has been paid.
Where should we start, Abby?
You can't outrun the inevitable.
Can I... help set up the carnival?
It wants something first... something shiny.
They look so silly running about.
It's a little door.
Abigail, do you remember which one it was?
Can I... help set up the carnival?
It wants something first... something shiny.
I'm very good at remembering... aren't I, Abigail?
Can I... help set up the carnival?
It wants something first... something shiny.