It’s strange to take myself back to where my Souls journey initially began. I’ve been back multiple times over the years of course, but my travels through Lordran have never been quite as intense or memorable as the first time. When I didn’t know where to go, didn’t know who was friend or foe, Lordran seemed insurmountable and terrifying. Of course, it’s been a long time since we came here for the first time, and these days there’s friendly familiarity to the place, like going back to your childhood home for the holidays.

But nothing is more familiar than your bedroom, is it? Your single bed still neatly made, your toys still lining the shelves, like your parents have temporarily left a monument to your passing. Dark Souls Remastered is a bit like that, stepping back into a place which is overwhelmingly familiar, whilst also unspeakably different. You won’t be able to put your finger on it, but things have changed. Maybe the bedside table has been changed, or there’s a potted plant on the windowsill that wasn’t there before.