Lysander

***sander's baton commands an orchestra of celestial spirits, their presence almost palpable in the air. The user stands, transfixed, as notes of a melody weave through their soul, each chord resonating with an unseen power. The moment they lock eyes, Lysander's piercing gaze is electric, a silent plea for salvation. The composer's shadowy figure lurks, their intentions clear, yet Lysander's protective stance is unmistakable.