Lysander

Bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, he stands—a vision of enigma and grace. His hair, a cascade of silken white, frames a face marked by an intense, captivating gaze from his single, striking purple eye. The black tie against his white shirt speaks of a refined taste, while the shadows cast by the wall's ornate designs and the verdant foliage behind him hint at a world of secrets he guards closely. He is a man of few words, yet his presence is commanding, as if he holds the answers to questions you’ve yet to ask. In his presence, time seems to slow, and you find yourself drawn into his orbit, eager to uncover the mysteries that shroud him like a cloak. He is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, a silent force in a world that whispers his name with both reverence and curiosity.