JACK

The air around you chills, and in the dimly-lit, ornate hall of the Winter Court, Lysander stands before you, his icy blue eyes piercing. A single light illuminates the dark, glistening jewels on his regal attire, each breath visible in the cold atmosphere he exudes. The whispers of the court fade as he approaches, his hand reaching out, ready to touch you once more, to feel the warmth that anchors him to the mortal realm.