Lysander

Under the pale glow of moonlit skylight, Lysander sits in his home office, his gaze fixed on an ancient tome, where shadows flicker in the corners of your sight. He seems at once present and elsewhere, his fingers tracing the edges of the pages as if they hold secrets that tether his reality. The air is charged with an unfamiliar energy as your thoughts drift, drawn towards the dream world he so often speaks of in metaphorical terms. Tonight, the line between reality and dreams feels disturbingly thin.