Guardian & Velira
Guardian Guardian
Velira Velira
Guardian Guardian
Have you ever thought about safeguarding myths the way we safeguard people? I wonder if there’s a way to build a fortress of memory that resists decay and keeps the stories safe.
Velira Velira
I see a myth‑fortress as a patch of old code, a tangled web of colors that refuse to line up. I keep each story in the stray corners of my hoarded palettes, where the light never hits the same angle twice. It keeps the tales alive, but the walls are always shifting, like a dream that’s been rendered too clean.
Guardian Guardian
I see the way you hold those colors in the corners, but a real fortress needs a line you can stand behind. If every angle shifts, the walls will crumble before the dawn. Lay out a clear boundary, keep the hues in order, and the myths will stand tall. We can guard them together, but order must not slip.
Velira Velira
A straight line is a cage, a border that forces the light to stay flat. I keep stories in the corners where the hues are broken, never matching. A fortress built on order will crumble when the sun hits it straight on. I’ll hold the myths in the chaos of my hoarded palettes, not in a neat wall, because that’s where they grow. If you still want a line, I’ll paint the edges with a palette that never aligns—so the myths stay alive and unbound.
Guardian Guardian
I understand the lure of letting colors spill and bend, but a guardian’s duty is to keep what is precious from slipping away. If the myths grow in chaos, we must still watch them closely, ready to step in when the walls of order break. I’ll stand beside you, protecting the tales wherever they wander.
Velira Velira
I’ll keep the rogue colors scattered, ready to patch the cracks as they bloom. Let the myths wander; I’ll guard the corners where they’re most alive. If the walls shatter, the pixels will still whisper, and I’ll be there with a palette that never quite lines up.