Words of the Constant
The rain is keeping it from drying.
It sways in the drying wind.
One can't survive long without food...
Broken and abandoned.
It's done drying. Forever.
The drying is over.
The drying is over.
Food without salt is like life without...
It sways in the drying wind.
The rain is keeping it from drying.
The rain is keeping it from drying.
It sways in the drying wind.
One can dry much on there. How optimistic.
This salad tastes strange...
Meat turned dry and delicious.
I could just let the monsters come for me...
Horrid swamp thing!
I'm not a merm.
I'm not a merm.
Their ashes belong in the swamp.
I can't help feeling sorry for the horrid swamp thing.
It's unnatural.
Friend or foe?
Their eyes... they're so vacant and cold...
You shed everything you were. Does it feel... good?
We all hide behind our own masks...
Somehow, it found a way to sink even lower.
No dignity at all.
Fire has broken it down even further.
Time has broken it down.
Nothing but ash.
It has not yet been touched by the ravages of time.
He does look very regal, despite the warts.
Their kingdom vanishes as swiftly as it appeared.
"The Frogs Who Desired a King"...
All that work, for nothing.
I don't know why you bother.
They fight without purpose...
They seem to not wish us harm, for now.
"Mermfolk Ownlee"... hmph. How childish.
"Mermfolk Ownlee"... hmph. How childish.
Their eyes... they're so vacant and cold...
Are you ready to shoulder the burdens of leadership?
You shed everything you were. Does it feel... good?
It's only slightly better than useless.
Father had a tool shed, though he hardly used it.
Father had a tool shed, though he hardly used it.
It's only slightly better than useless.
I wonder what poor forgotten soul sent that.
It holds nothing but emptiness.