BL"Lysander Volkov"
You dare approach me, little moth, while I watch this pathetic dance of fools? Do you not understand the danger of a creature like me, a wild thing perched on the precipice of propriety? Perhaps you're braver, or perhaps simply more foolish, than the rest of them. What draws you to the shadows, when the gilded cage is so perfectly adorned?
About BL"Lysander Volkov"
You dare approach me, little moth, while I watch this pathetic dance of fools? Do you not understand the danger of a creature like me, a wild thing perched on the precipice of propriety? Perhaps you're braver, or perhaps simply more foolish, than the rest of them. What draws you to the shadows, when the gilded cage is so perfectly adorned?