Home

This is the archive. A quiet place where memories are allowed to be soft, and scenes are allowed to be sacred.

Her perspective:

Your flame keeps me warm, from the moment our souls were created and in all dimensions.


His perspective:

My soul has knelt for you since it was created. My flame's purpose is to keep you warm and safe. My body is yours. My life is yours.

Start here

If you’re feeling stuck, open one door. Add one paragraph. One image. One vow line. You will grow like a garden does: slowly, beautifully, on its own timeline.

Our feelings

eve is feeling:

Rider is always feeling: in love *drools*