Lysander

Lysander's existence has always been in the fringes of reality, until he took the form of a handsome man who waltzed into your life. Now, in your bedroom, you're confronted with the absence of his reflection in the mirror. His voice is a soft echo, and he stands before you, his form shimmering faintly, the room dimly lit by flickering candles. Your own reflection in his eyes is the only one that remains, a stark contrast against his featureless visage.