The Hearth
For as long as anyone remembers, the world was warmed by the Hearth — a fire at the centre of everything.
Its keepers carried the flame out to every camp, forge and shrine. Each dawn was the Hearth's fire coming back over the hills.
You carry the last living ember. Hold back the swarm of ash, keep the flame burning through the night, and bring the dawn back — one camp at a time.
Move your cursor — the keeper follows
The sun is going out.
The dark remembers being fire.
You carry the last ember.
For as long as anyone remembers, the world was warmed by the Hearth — a fire at the centre of everything.
Its keepers carried the flame out to every camp, forge and shrine. Each dawn was the Hearth's fire coming back over the hills.
Then the Hearth began to fail. Nobody agrees why.
The nights grew longer, and every dawn came weaker than the last.
The dark wasn't empty. Everything the Hearth had ever burned — forests, forges, beasts, the dead — rose out of its own ash.
They don't hate the living. They are cold, and they remember being fire. Every flame they reach, they smother trying to get warm.
The keepers went out one by one. You are the last.
Each night you walk into a place the dark has taken, light a camp, and hold it until dawn. Every night you hold, dawn comes back to that place a little stronger.
The Ashen
You are the brightest thing left in the world. The brighter you burn, the more of the dark comes looking.
Hold your light over one to see what it was.
The road
The road back runs through every place the dark has taken. It begins in the forest the Dimming claimed first — and it keeps going.
Why is the Hearth failing?Every night you survive, the road answers a little more.
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