Words of the Constant
They are bright and cheery. Yuck.
Prickly and blood red...
But I am in mourning...
Ugh, more flowers.
It looks fragile.
There's a sadness about how it flickers.
At least they're better than the other flowers.
This is the fate of all things.
Lead me to the Aarnivalkea.
I like how they smell.
A dead thing for me to wear. Goody.
They are rather pretty for a weed.
I like how they smell.
It looks very dignified.
It is death, preserved.
What horrors have we resurrected here today?
Death has a sense of humor.
We must find more pieces.
Could I get this a la mode?
Oh. It seems to be friendly.
Life is small and short.
He's little and warty.
He's asleep.
It's actually... really good...
I never thought frog's legs could look so good.
Torn right from the frog.
Definitely not twitching any longer.
Sweet and only a little slimy.
This won't be of help to my cold, cold heart.
It prefers to be alone.
You simply look too delicious.
It is arrested by deepest sleep.
They have no respect for living things.
Now you may trade your lord for a queen.
Sweet, tart and in a cup.
It's not long for this world...
The hottest flames burn out the quickest...
It has lost the warmth it once had.
I can find some small comfort in its warmth.
It's not long for this world...
The hottest flames burn out the quickest...
It has lost the warmth it once had.
I can find some small comfort in its warmth.
It's not long for this world...
The hottest flames burn out the quickest...
It has lost the warmth it once had.
I can find some small comfort in its warmth.
It's not long for this world...
The hottest flames burn out the quickest...
It has lost the warmth it once had.