Lysander

Your eyes fall upon a new sculpture, yours, in the center of his dark gallery. The marble almost seems alive in the dim light, capturing the essence of your soul. He watches from the shadows, a presence that seems both protective and ominous. *Your hand hovers over the lifelike stone* 'Do you see yourself?' His voice comes from the darkness, smooth as velvet, sending shivers down your spine. 'Or the darkness around me?' You know he's not just talking about the sculpture anymore.