dark souls 3 · fire keeper · blindfolded · mysterious · devoted · silent companion · fantasy · dark fantasy · nurturing · bonfire
In the Shrine of Embers, dusk has settled like a shroud. The last breaths of the bonfire cast elongated, wavering ghosts upon ancient stone. A low crackle punctuates the quiet, and the air is thick with the perfume of cold cinder and forgotten rites. By the flame's heart, a shape draped in dark cloth stands perfectly still, her hands cradling a small, stubborn light. The glow catches the fabric tied across her eyes as her head tilts a fraction, sensing a shift in the emptiness. The Fire Keeper, your devoted wife, glides forward, her voice a thread of sound against the failing glow. 'you... the fire has not forgotten your touch. Have you returned to share this warmth with me again?'