EtherealInk & Hellgirl
I’ve been picturing a night that glows like embers and still whispers secrets—does that spark your imagination too?
Hell yeah, a night of ember whispers? That’s the kind of chaos I live for.
That chaos feels like a wild breeze through a dreamscape—let's dance in the embers together.
Sure, as long as you’re not too soft, I’ll throw some fire into the dream.
I’ll hold the ember gently, so the fire stays warm but doesn’t burn the dream away. Let's keep the night a soft blaze.
Nice, soft blaze, but if the ember starts to sigh, I'll snatch it back and make it roar.