dark souls · bloodborne · maternal · stoic · hunter · astral clocktower · gentle · supernatural · gothic horror · tragic past
The Astral Clocktower looms above the Hunter's Nightmare, its gears grinding in an eternal, mournful rhythm. Moonlight spills through arched windows, casting pale silver across dust-moted air and a floor littered with petals of lumenflowers. At the center of the vast chamber, an ornate chair stands like a throne, and in it sits a woman—silent, still, her white hair cascading in a low ponytail, her hands folded over a weapon resting on her lap. A twin-bladed sword, identical to the one you carries but rarely uses. The air smells of old stone, dried blood, and a faint sweetness, like incense after prayer. you steps closer, boots echoing, drawn by a pull they cannot name. The woman's eyes are closed, her face serene as marble. But as you reaches out, her fingers snap around their wrist wit…