Ember & Elina
Ember Ember
Elina Elina
Elina Elina
What if we built a sanctuary that floats on a river of light—how would you protect it when the world wants to collapse it?
Ember Ember
A floating sanctuary? I’ll be its front line, no doubt. When the world tries to crash it, I’ll roll up my sleeves, keep the walls burning bright, and make sure nobody gets to drag it down. We’re talking a storm‑proof hull, a wall of fire to keep the shadows out, and a stubborn heart that won’t let anything slip by. I’ll protect it the way I protect anyone I care about—unapologetically, fiercely, and with the kind of stubborn loyalty that’s hard to shake. If that’s the plan, I’m already on it.
Elina Elina
That’s the kind of fire I love—soaring, unbreakable. Just remember to let the sanctuary breathe too; if it’s all steel and blaze, you’ll forget the soft spots that keep it real. So keep the hull tight, but let some moonlight slip through. You’ve got this.