Words of the Constant
The fire has almost self-extinguished.
A fire pit. It's chilly.
That fire is burning at an alarming rate.
The fire could use some more fuel, whatever fuel it takes.
A fire. Of some kind.
It can be re-lit.
It would be prudent to rebuild the chest, rather than leave all this lying about.
East.
The coordinates remain unknown.
North.
Northeast.
Northwest.
South.
Southeast.
Southwest.
West.
The secret to any garden's success is nutrient-rich soil.
A well balanced mix.
Well... I suppose plants need carbon too.
It requires a bit more moisture.
Composting is an essential component to gardening.
The moisture level of this mixture is too high.
Oh dear. Those are some large droppings.
Oh, I do like the look of this.
A collection of culinary observations.
Mandragora officinarum, cooked in the name of discovery.
It is slightly more appetizing when cooked.
It's still a little bit poisonous.
It is slightly more appetizing when cooked.
Its eyes seem fixed to my raft.
Hm, it has a very disagreeable odor.
A thick casing of calcium carbonate.
Oh dear, I can't seem to make any sense of it.
Now it's truly derelict.
It's got a bit to go before it's ready.
Almost done!
Supper time!
It looks derelict when it's not cooking something.
The fluids exhibit anomalous properties, no doubt catalyzed by the mutations.
A flexible torso appendage.
Zea mays, a great staple food.
Popped corn!
Quite an impressive harvest.
It can't begin growing until it's been planted, dear.
It appears to be a theatrical costume.
It appears to be a theatrical costume.
It appears to be a theatrical costume.
It appears to be a theatrical costume.
It appears to be a theatrical costume.
These garments are indicative of royal status.