Metal or plastic vessels, their purpose to rain down life gently on green soldiers standing in rows, nurturers of thirsty roots, they perform a dance of droplets from their spouted mouths.

Buried deep where ages lie, I watched the countless years go by. No breath I take, no voice I own, for now I’m cast in hardened stone.

I bought a camel from the local camel store. I got the camel for a good price because he was defective, he didn't have any humps. I named him...

Cold, yet I carry fire inside. My wound becomes your light. Older than the blade beside, I sharpened every ancient fight. Break me: I only grow more keen. The coldest fire ever seen.

Together with Moon I'm the name of a game, In which players pretend to be the same As farmers who wait for crops to be their best, Before they perform this year's ....