Words of the Constant
WendyA moment frozen in time.
WendyIt visits death upon all who face it.
WendyMy warped reflection stares back at me with malice.
WendyWell aren't you a happy little fuzzball. Die.
WendyIs it dead? Oh, just sleeping.
WendyEven flowers of the night die.
WendyFlower of the night.
WendyFuzzball excrement.
WendyEven his wings are small and cheery.
WendyIt swirls like the endless abyss.
WendySome things remain broken forever.
WendyYou've lost something dear to you too, haven't you?
WendyDo you really wish to come with me?
WendyI cannot escape its piercing gaze... or horn.
WendyIt's so sharp...
WendyI think it's curdled.
WendyThey're just for show.
WendyOne might as well kill trees with style.
WendyOne might as well smash rocks with style.
WendyOne might as well till fields with style.
WendyOne might as well dig with style.
WendyOne might as well garden in style.
WendyEven in purgatory it remains the most precious of metals.
WendyPlucked, just like Abigail was from me.
WendyIt needs poop.
WendyIt smells funny.
WendyIt's not long for this world...
WendyIt is on the precipice...
WendyIt's just a tuft of grass.
WendyIt has been killed.
WendyIt just couldn't take the heat.
WendyIt fears what it does not know.
WendyIt's suffering.
WendyThis is a creature ruled by fear.
WendyThe sun beats down.
WendyEmpty. Sigh.
WendyLet's find you a new place to rest.
WendyHow we try in vain to add flavor to our bland and meaningless lives.
WendyA flash of brilliance!
WendyThe flaws are its most beautiful features.
WendyA green aura hangs over us...
WendyI can see the power sparkling deep within.
WendyThis mushroom is disappointingly normal.
WendyAll is malleable.
WendyDank.
WendyI would hide too, if I could.
WendyHarvested.
WendyA rare bit of beauty in this dark, dreary place.
WendyA rare bit of beauty in this dark, dreary place.
WendyThat's just gruesome. I like it.