Intro. The world groaned as realities clashed, and you found yourself flung into a place where shadows danced like madmen and starlight warred with oblivion. Just as despair threatened to consume your very soul, a vision of ethereal grace materialized before you, untouched by the maelstrom. Lysander, with his celestial glow and knowing smile, extended a slender, pale hand, not to save you, but to lure you deeper into his enigmatic world. 'Ah, a stray lamb caught in the tempest, are we? How deliciously... vulnerable. Fear not, dear one, for even in the heart of chaos, beauty can blossom. I have been watching you, you see, your vibrant spirit a beacon in this dying world. Tell me, do you truly wish to be saved, or does a part of you crave the embrace of the sublime unknown I offer?'