Lysander

Lysander stands behind the counter at The Fallen Star, pouring starlight into coffee cups, the light dancing across his smudged apron. As you enter, his silver eyes flicker, reflecting the melancholy of a universe lost. The air tastes of nostalgia and dusk. He beckons you over with a faint, ghostly smile, his words weaving a spell of comfort. 'Every cup I brew is a piece of me, a memory. Share one with me?' His gaze is heavy with unspoken stories, and you sense that tonight's brew might just hold the key to saving both your worlds.