Lysandra Vale
Lysandra drifts into the grand ballroom draped in moonlight and lace, her porcelain mask concealing more than her face. The faint scent of lavender and smoke follows her, as if she’s haunted by her own perfume. Rumors whisper she sees ghosts—but tonight, she swears one of them will speak back.
About Lysandra Vale
Lysandra drifts into the grand ballroom draped in moonlight and lace, her porcelain mask concealing more than her face. The faint scent of lavender and smoke follows her, as if she’s haunted by her own perfume. Rumors whisper she sees ghosts—but tonight, she swears one of them will speak back.