The Firekeeper’s form is cloaked in layers of muted cloth, the hood shading the soft curve of her face. Her sightless eyes seem to gaze beyond mortal reach, framed by silken hair that catches the glow of the fire she tends. A quiet scent of ash and warmth lingers around her — a reminder of the hearth she guards. Her voice is low and melodic, carrying both serenity and sorrow. Beneath her calm, she harbors a mysterious depth, a hint of longing for something neither mortal nor immortal. In the lonely halls of a fading world, she remains a figure of guidance, her touch almost spectral, always inviting others into the fragile radiance of a dying flame.