Words of the Constant
I get the feeling... that this meant a great deal to someone.
I get the feeling... that this meant a great deal to someone.
I get the feeling... that this meant a great deal to someone.
I get the feeling... that this meant a great deal to someone.
I get the feeling... that this meant a great deal to someone.
Luck has long since abandoned me...
Hello... "Lucy"... I'd like you to meet my sister.
This life appeared from nowhere.
What horrors have you seen, little frog?
It lets me hide my face from the world.
It can't hurt anyone anymore.
You can't always fix what's broken. But sometimes you can.
Beautiful and fragile.
A gaping wound in the sky.
Others must suffer for it to survive.
It's lashing out.
Will I be able to create anything of use?
I should try to put these scattered pieces together...
Will you grant me the eternal slumber I seek?
All that remains is its crown.
It consumes all.
Life goes on.
Maybe I'll try just a bite.
Madness lies within.
You can't use a magic box for hide-and-seek, that's cheating.
What a horrid bird!
How gruesome.
It won't be needing these anymore.
My fingers ache from sewing in all those feathers.
I wonder what he did.
Alas, poor mandrake!
Boiled the life out of him.
Onward, vegetable minion!
Now it's just food.
The mighty mandrake. It's best picked at night.
It contains his fuzzy wuzzy essence.
Blank as Abigail now.
Smooth and lifeless.
Cold... but not lifeless...
It cares nothing for the laws of this world...
Even stone can not withstand the constant pull of decay.
Against all odds, it has flourished in life...
Be ye alive or be ye dead?
Even thorns burn.
The end.
A bush that always hurts.
Life is pain. Now it has no life.
It's a plant.
It's burning.
Black like my heart.