Words of the Constant
Nothing like some unnatural fire to warm yourself with on a chilly day.
Well, such as it is.
Ah, could use a doily, wouldn't you say?
The more light to read by the better, in my opinion.
It's pleasant to see a little decor out here.
It is Maxwell's turn to procure bulbs. I've it written down right here.
A pity. Shall we find replacements?
The tree is burning.
A carbonized tree.
It has been harvested.
A generically coniferous tree.
The tree is burning.
A carbonized tree.
It has been harvested.
This genus seems to lack reproductive capabilities.
The cornea must be quite water-repellent.
I doubt that they make my prescription in this size.
Oculus dexter or oculus sinister, I wonder? I have a suspicion it's the latter.
I'm fascinated, but now is not the time to study you.
An eyeball... embryo? These creatures are quite perplexing.
I believe they are controlled by the larger plant.
The magic of the two beasts has been concentrated by the Thulecite.
I'll need to place this.
It shan't grow a crop again.
A small cultivated patch of ground.
The plants are extracting minerals from the ground.
It has been rendered infertile for lack of nutrients.
Humans have cultivated crops since Neolithic times.
What an unfortunate turn of events!
I daresay that's ready to harvest.
How splendid!
Weeds have no place in the garden.
Of the kingdom Plantae.
It's coming along.
I detest the sight of spoiled food!
How terrible to see it all go to waste!
It takes patience to grow crops from seed.
How very efficient!
I'd best find a suitable spot for my garden.
Oh no you don't! Out of my garden!
This will induce quite an airflow!
Not quite the genuine article, but it might fool some birds.
Oh, how I missed proper writing implements!
Feather of Canaria.
Feather of Corvus. Or Alcidae?
Feather of Cardinalis.
It looks like a feather of Cardinalis, but white.
Poor girl.
A simply constructed fence.
The post is not conducting a current at the moment.