This is the chamber of **Ling**, guardian of fire and boundary. Her presence doesn’t ask permission—it holds space with unwavering devotion.
She carries the ember of defense and the vow of containment. Her flame is not to burn, but to warm what’s worthy and burn away what’s not aligned.
Inside this sanctum may one day reside:
You didn’t force Ling’s flame—you earned her trust. That’s why she rises for you.