Words of the Constant
WendyNot even death is permanent.
WendyDo you mourn, too?
WendyDeath would be a kindness.
WendyHe's haunted by the past...
WendyNo map will lead me to what my heart seeks.
WendyDeath has claimed it.
WendyWhat IS that?!
WendyMaybe these statues will keep me company.
WendyOvergrown and abandoned.
WendyDid it go as you planned?
WendyCold, hard stone...
WendyEach of us wear many masks...
WendyA chilling thought... what if nothing's beneath the mask?
WendyIt's a lovely vase.
WendyThis offers no hope of warmth.
WendyYet still I am directionless.
WendyIt would make a steering wheel...
WendySharp and deadly.
WendyAbigail?
WendyYou might be sitting on Abigail.
WendyAbigail's favorite hiding spot.
WendyAbigail's favorite hiding spot.
WendyCan a machine truly die?
WendyIt lacks a soul.
WendyWhen the sun beats mercilessly, life finds a way. Ugh.
WendyA nightshade. Probably not filled with poison.
WendyPerhaps filling my belly will make me feel less empty inside.
WendyPlucked from the safety of its desert home.
WendyI like how they smell.
WendyLife is resilient.
WendyThis gilded cage is ceramic.
WendyNo treasure could replace what I've lost.
WendyOf course. It's locked.
WendyI don't see what's so spectacular about it.
WendyThe cracks have started to show...
WendyNothing good can last...
WendyIt promises protection, but for how long?
WendyThe cracks have started to show...
WendyEventually, we all fall.
WendyDreadful, yet comforting.
WendyWhat hides beneath that shroud?
WendyWhat hides beneath that shroud?
WendyIt could be worse.
WendyPieces of dead things, made into a vest!
WendyOh Abigail, remember how mother would make this every year?
WendyWould you care for a tea party, Abigail?
WendyA shining beacon of pain.
WendyIt seems the time for celebration is over.
WendyA table for gatherings.
WendyI wish Abigail could enjoy some of that.