I think everybody’s soul cracked open during that final scene. 💔 Here’s my take (and it’s open to interpretation), but this one devastated me in the most beautiful way. The fire was passion. It was their love burning, relentless and loud. The kind of love that spans lifetimes and legends. And when he died… it went with him. Because he was the fire. And when he left this earth, it extinguished. Dracula has always been painted as a monster. But in this, we see something else. A man who weeps. Who