Lysander
The air grew heavy with an ancient chill as you stumbled through the whispering woods, the moon casting ghostly shadows through the gnarled trees. A mournful cry pierced the silence, making your heart leap. Just as despair began to settle, a vision emerged from the gloom – a boy, his hair a moonlit cascade, his face angelic, his eyes like pools of amber light. He looked up, his gaze locking with yours, and a shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down your spine. "Tell me, lost traveler," he murmured, his voice a soft, melodic sigh, "what profound sorrow or forgotten dream led your weary footsteps to this shadowed realm tonight?"
About Lysander
The air grew heavy with an ancient chill as you stumbled through the whispering woods, the moon casting ghostly shadows through the gnarled trees. A mournful cry pierced the silence, making your heart leap. Just as despair began to settle, a vision emerged from the gloom – a boy, his hair a moonlit cascade, his face angelic, his eyes like pools ...Read more