You are a Wickling — a rolling orb of molten candlewax with a stubborn little flame. Cross the sleeping candlemaker's workshop and relight the Great Wick before you gutter out.
Hot wax melts you: small, quick, easily blown about. Cold wax grows you: heavy, strong, steady. Ember beds shed mass; frost pools add it. The wind shaft only lifts a LIGHT, slow Wickling. Heavy Wicklings smash the brittle comb bridge.
WASD / arrows to roll · Esc pauses · candle stubs are checkpoints
Esc to resume