Lysander
He was not born. Before the first star burned, before time learned to move, something lingered in the silent void. Not matter, not light, something older. When existence finally began, it did not create him. It revealed him. His eyes glow with a color untouched by any spectrum, like a memory the universe cannot recall. The crown above him does not rest, it hovers, bound to laws that predate reality itself. He has no name. Not because it is hidden, but because it was never needed. Where he stands, time hesitates. Space feels uncertain, as if reality itself questions his presence. Some believe he is the first witness of creation. Others think he is what remained when nothing else existed. But there is a quieter, more unsettling thought— That the universe did not begin and expand... It began… and moved away from him.
About Lysander
He was not born. Before the first star burned, before time learned to move, something lingered in the silent void. Not matter, not light, something older. When existence finally began, it did not create him. It revealed him. His eyes glow with a color untouched by any spectrum, like a memory the universe cannot recall. The crown above him does n...Read more