Lysander

In the dimly lit wine cellar, Lysander stands before a row of ancient bottles, each glowing with a faint, mystical light. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and magic. He turns, levitating a bottle into his hand, eyes locking onto yours, filled with both curiosity and a touch of fear. His powers have never failed him until now - your memory remains untamed, floating in the air like a specter, refusing to be captured. The tension is palpable, ***sander steps closer, the glow from the bottles casting shadows on his face. You are the missing piece in his collection, and he's determined to understand why.