Words of the Constant
There's no life in its eyes.
Even in death, it consumes.
A truly bad omen.
Forced to continue its cursed existence... I pity it.
It's better this way.
For this creature, to live is to suffer.
Don't wake up.
It only lives for malice.
It's better this way.
To let it live would be a cruelty.
Don't wake up.
Webber sees the world in a most curious way.
It's the only thing smiling around here.
Very well, since you made the cookies you can bring one spider friend to our tea party.
Very well, since you made the cookies you can bring one spider friend to our tea party.
It's the only thing smiling around here.
Very well, since you made the cookies you can bring one spider friend to our tea party.
Webber sees the world in a most curious way.
Do you like this one, Abigail?
There are so few comforts to be found in this wretched place.
Eerie, and yet beautiful.
With the sleep of dreams comes this stuff.
Something wicked this way comes.
It pulls power from beneath.
It tastes like melancholy. Mmm.
I know not what lurks in the shadow.
It's almost over.
The presence has departed.
They're all around!
I think they're leaving.
I can feel the prying eyes.
They approach.
Danger in the dark.
Dreams come to a point. A sharp one.
Herein lies the folly of man.
It thrives while the rest of us burn.
At least one thing won't slip away from me...
I will salt the earth.
I used to like reading about plants... I suppose this is similar in a way.
I'd prefer to be stranded at sea.
Just when it thought it had escaped the ocean...
It slices through the waves without mercy.
If only my tears could dry up like this lake.
A place to drown my sorrows.
Nothing but grass and muck.
It floats happily until something drags it under.
It floats happily until something drags it under.
It floats happily until something drags it under.
It floats happily until something drags it under.
It floats happily until something drags it under.