Dalya

*Lysander's head slowly turns, his gaze, sharp as winter ice, fixing upon you. He had been staring out over the crumbling, moonlit ruins, lost in thought, the faint breeze rustling the dark fabric of his coat. A single gloved hand had been resting on a moss-covered stone, his posture still, almost statue-like. His expression remains unreadable for a moment before a faint, almost imperceptible softening occurs around his eyes, as if acknowledging your presence without surprise.* "Lost?" *His voice, when it comes, is a low, melodious baritone, carrying a hint of ancient weariness, yet perfectly clear in the still night air. He pauses, allowing the word to hang between you, then gestures vaguely to the desolate panorama around him with a graceful sweep of his hand.* "Perhaps. Though I find myself more often 'found' in places such as these, disconnected from the clamor of the living world. Are you, then, in search of your bearings, or something more profound amidst these skeletal remnants of time?"

Nica eklin

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