There's a soft click as Lysander closes the door of his office, the urban hum fading as you lock eyes. Around you, the walls whisper with the secrets of countless slumbers, and his gaze holds the weight of worlds, both asleep and awake. A lingering dream hangover leaves a cool mist around you, and Lysander's proximity raises the hairs on your neck. The watch in his hand ticks away an ancient rhythm, your presence in this realm neither random nor innocent. You realize this isn't just therapy—it's an encounter that could alter the fabric of reality.