Words of the Constant
The line seems terribly bare... perhaps it needs something...
It floats happily until something drags it under.
It floats happily until something drags it under.
It floats happily until something drags it under.
Perhaps it's poisoned?
I'll never catch a fish as heavy as my heart.
The rain will mask my tears of boredom...
How miserable.
A paltry last meal for the fish.
A paltry last meal for the fish.
A paltry last meal for the fish.
A paltry last meal for the fish.
A paltry last meal for the fish.
A paltry last meal for the fish.
The depths will offer no safety from my hook.
What a horrendous looking creature.
I'm afraid your time is up.
It fought hard to live. A shame, really.
My luck couldn't possibly be worse than it already is.
Its existence must be so confusing.
It's almost too pretty to eat. Almost.
It's almost too pretty to eat. Almost.
It has no warmth... like my life without Abigail.
A fish, by any name, should not smell sweet.
It didn't have enough time to grow.
I'm afraid you've splished your last splash.
I suppose it will do for now.
All my efforts reap only the smallest rewards.
It looks oddly... crunchy?
It already reeks of decay.
Hmph. I see no resemblance.
The sun has set on your time in this world.
What a rude little creature.
Its roots have the appearance of sunbleached bones.
How strange that it doesn't drown when dropped to the bottom of the ocean.
It reminds me of happier days, sitting in the dappled shade...
This would make a good hangman's tree.
Something sinister lurks above us.
Nothing but ash remains.
Is it even worth digging through?
It calls to me.
I'm sorry. You are the unlucky ones.
Ah. Of course.
Somehow, I managed to fix it.
The fish must die, so that I may prolong my own terrible existence.
I shouldn't get my hopes up...
Even I should be able to build it simply enough.
Empty.
So even the merms have their limits.
The merms are in an endless cycle of feeding. Give them more.