I stared into the distance as the morning sun peeked over the mountains, shedding golden light on the imperial courtyard. Sunbeams glinted off the sacred bell, resting in silence at the top of its soaring tower. The air smelled of sweet alyssum and gardenias. Children were playing in the gardens; a pair of lovers were nestled together on one bench, a young noble on another, reading an old tome. Songbirds chirped merrily in the trees.
I love this. It is just so heart wrenching to know that this was one of the final memories of the Hollow. I almost want this to happen every time, but that might be a bit much.
The trials and tribulations of Ashemma, Deprived Unkindled, as she seeks to unravel the mysteries of Lothric and remember who she is. (Deprived is an unofficial Dark Souls fan comic.) [WARNING: Partial/Obscured Nudity]
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