Words of the Constant
No need to lean in and check if it's hot. I can feel it from here.
Burns hot... but not bright...
This isn't shaped like a dragon at all.
Still not a dragon. At least it's dead.
It nearly became a dragon.
It's a seed.
What big eyes you have.
Well, at least it's a pie now.
That's just a tall tail.
Scales of pain.
It is cold... and beautiful.
What's the point?
Do I dare imagine what kind of darkness it grew from?
Bleached like bones left in the sun.
Oh. It's burning.
Your suffering is over now.
It's met its end at our hands.
The bleached remains of a dead tree.
Makes a good thud, and it's nutritious!
Less raw, more tasty.
Bananas that grow in the sun... how unnatural.
How sad. You've no home.
How does it feel to be ripped from your home?
I like it dead, but it should probably be returned to the earth.
I like it dead, but it should probably be returned to the earth.
Oh. They're so soft. And fuzzy.
I like it dead, but it should probably be returned to the earth.
A pity it didn't crunch me up when it had the chance.
Oh. It's very heavy.
It chills me to my core.
Who would choose to carry such a burden...
It's almost as heavy as my heart.
It may warm the body, but not the heart.
We all carry a great weight. His seems... a bit more literal, though.
It inflicts burning pain.
Spiky and smelly!
Less spiky, but even smellier!
Why did this one have to grow so large?
It's a plant that's waiting to be.
A treat devoid of sweetness...
They seem to live only to clean. What a tiresome life.
Poor things, their home is no longer safe from us.
Their bitter end offers protection from the bitter cold.
An eel.
An eel that has been cooked.
Almost a deadly nightshade. Almost.
Cooking this nightshade made it even less deadly.
Unfortunately it's not poisonous, despite its sickly purple shade.
It's a plant that's waiting to be.
If only I could have helped you then.