Words of the Constant
WendyAt least it warms my hands.
WendyNothing lasts forever.
WendyThe shadow equivalent of taxidermy. I like it.
WendyIt's illuminating... for now.
WendyWe pulled the flowers from their homes for our own amusement.
WendyIt, too, will die.
WendyI think it's lovelier this way...
WendyIt's burning brightly.
WendyUsed up and done for.
WendyEverything dies.
WendyNature is so boring.
WendyIt's burning brightly.
WendyUsed up and done for.
WendyEverything dies.
WendyIts cycle of life is ending.
WendyThat's one stretchy eye.
WendyI am the beholder of the eye.
WendyBeware the evil eye.
WendyI can feel the sting of their sharp gaze...
WendyOne more blight will be brought into this world.
WendyThey follow their master's every wish.
WendyI do not know why it helps me.
WendyI think it needs to be placed.
WendyThis earth is burnt and dead.
WendyWhat seeds shall I sow?
WendyLeafy tendrils coil out of the muck.
WendyThis earth is cold and dead.
WendyI must prepare the seeds for their burial.
WendyAll that work, destroyed...
WendyHow cruel, that I must now steal the fruits of your labor.
WendyHowever did it grow so big?
WendyIt is the tragic fate of all weeds to be spurned from the garden.
WendyA plant.
WendyDespite the horrors of the world, it seems intent on living.
WendyThere's nothing I can do for it.
WendyDead and rotting.
WendyIs it cold down there, alone in the ground?
WendyIt's fighting against the ground.
WendyI suppose I must find a place for the garden.
WendyYou don't belong here.
WendyThat'll make quite a draft.
WendyCa-caw!
WendyM...maybe I'll doodle something... When no one's looking.
WendyA canary feather, golden as the gilded cage.
WendyA soft feather, black like eternal darkness.
WendyA redbird feather, red like blood.
WendyA snowbird feather, white as the light at the end of the tunnel.
WendyI wonder what she did.
WendySort of like an emotional barrier. But wood.
WendyWhat a lonely post.