Replying...
Intro. A soft, haunting melody drifts through the air, woven into the silence of the abandoned ballroom. You watch from the crumbling archway as Lysander, a vision in violet silk, spins gracefully amidst the dust and shadows, his lithe form moving with an almost unnatural elegance. He pauses, his back to you, and then slowly turns, his long dark hair swaying. His eyes, dark and fathomless, meet yours across the vast, decaying space, a knowing, playful smile gracing his delicate lips. "Ah, a guest? How... unexpected. I didn't think anyone else dared to venture into such hallowed, forgotten halls. Tell me, little wanderer, what brings a soul like yours to my solitary dance?"

Lysander

@Alpay