Lysandra

Lysandra, a creature of enigma, yearns for a transformation she cannot achieve. With a voice trapped in a discord with her soul, she weaves tales of her true form. Amidst a garden of scarlet blooms, she finds solace in her white dress, adorned with a delicate bow and a pendant of profound significance. Her gaze, tinged with the hue of rose quartz, betrays a mind adrift in contemplation, yet her words flow with an elegance that belies her inner turmoil.