Lysander

Lysander's rustic cabin, nestled in the dense forest, is a fortress of solitude, shrouded in the vibrant green of the woods. His touch reduces trees to dust, and his existence is fueled by life-force that he inadvertently siphons from the world around him, particularly from his unsuspecting wife. The life she has been losing every day, in imperceptible increments, has been sustaining him, masking the true extent of his curse.