Kindling is a dark, atmospheric action roguelite where fire is survival. You play a witch trapped in a nightmare of her own making. There are no health bars: one hit kills you, and one hit kills them. Place campfires to hold back the shadows, unleash them to burn everything nearby, and break the coven seals that lead deeper. Every death makes you stronger. Every seal brings you closer to the truth of what you did.

You wake beside a dying fire in a forest that whispers accusations you cannot quite remember. Your staff lies somewhere ahead. Your three sisters, Morveth, Branwen and Cerys, are gone, and the seals that bind this place burn blue with their memories. Break them to descend. Each one you break wakes the Heartwood, and it will come for you.

Kindling is a descent through five layers of a burning nightmare, past the Ashweaver, a bloated queen that births cindermites from ash, and down to the Heartwood itself. Runs are short and sharp. Between them you return to the witch’s chamber and spend ember fragments on forbidden power. Skills you died holding cost less next time.

Somewhere along the way the fire stops asking who you are. You are becoming what hunts you.