Words of the Constant
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Some ground.
Who's gobbling now?
It's... a turnip.
The turnip is now cooked.
The life they contain is a mystery.
You cannot shield yourself from this world.
It's burning brightly.
Used up and done for.
Everything dies.
It's not long for this world...
How all must toil for the necessities of life.
It's sad it's not in the earth.
It looks so innocent.
Thin. Sad. Shriveled.
Plucked from the ground before their prime.
Don't worry... Abby and I will make sure you leave this world together.
Don't worry... Abby and I will make sure you leave this world together.
The clouds weep.
It looks more appetizing this way.
It's not done, like life.
A bad omen?
Where do we go from here?
We've arrived, Abigail.
It can't help me here.
It casts a sickly glow over everything around it.
In its resting place.
Sigh. Something terrible will probably happen if I pull it.
If only it was that easy to shut the world out...
Even if you manage to chase away the darkness, it always comes back.
They went to such lengths to hide it... I wonder why?
It's lost something important...
It's a leap of faith.
There it is...
I feel we have set off an irreversible chain of events.