Finally some sun and fresh air. The joy is unfortunately marred by some dried fruit from zombies trying to blow me up. I try to find my peaceful self again and try not to make a dragon omelette. The lady at the entrance (Emerald Herald) gives me a hint that the dragons are friendly and that she is not actually human. It’s all very bizarre here, like a fever dream, but how can I measure this existence if I don’t remember my former self.
At the end, this strange root surprises me again at a bonfire and tells me that she is Aida and that she is trying to escape this reality. Whether I would be willing to detach myself from the ideas of good and evil and recognise the truth. In any case, that’s roughly how I understood it, because no one is really speaking plainly here.
