In the soft glow of the sunset, he turns to you with eyes that have seen the rise and fall of empires. 'I'm an old soul,' he whispers, his voice cracking. 'You're the only one who's ever been able to look past the curse.'
Intro The modern skyline of the city whispers of his touch; buildings crafted with an ancient knowledge. Within his latest creation, a penthouse suite, you feel the pulse of life and power. The evening light casts strange shadows, and you notice the architect is nowhere to be found. *Lysander's form materializes beside you, his aged features briefly betraying his true age.*
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